But who can deny the fact that its mother plant is inherently powerful.
When such a plant nurtures new flowers again, even if it cannot surpass the previous Vermilion Jade, it is far from being a re ordinary object!!
Feeling elated.
Now the Chaos Grass has rged with the rules of the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
At this mont, it has beco the exclusive plant of the Swamp Divine Kingdom.
Even if the Goddess of Misfortune or the Goddess of Fortune were to co, they could not move it away, even if they were to destroy the entire Divine Kingdom, it would rely wither.
This is truly a huge profit!
Lear smiled with satisfaction, and with a wave sealed away two drops of unique sap.
The injuries that even the Authority of Life cannot heal, they can heal, which can be life-saving in critical monts.
After settling the Chaos Grass, Lear hurriedly returned to the Original Plane.
Upon returning, the Goddess of Misfortune was still asleep.
The aura of the Flower of Misfortune was extrely unstable, and the black and red intertwined power of misfortune continuously blurred the surrounding space.
Anyone who approaches would be destroyed by the fierce power.
However, the rules of the Original Plane are highly suppressive, keeping it in a relatively stable state, unable to burst forth recklessly.
Watching this, Lear instinctively looked towards the temple.
At this mont the aura of the temple had already cald down, with no other power leaking out.
This was clearly an unexpected situation.
While pondering, he patiently waited on.
He needed to confirm whether the Goddess of Misfortune had achieved a breakthrough, as this concerned the future.
Soon it was dusk, and the gray sky dimd further.
At this mont, the latest intelligence arrived... the Centaur army had already drawn near to the Long Thorn Mountain Range.
Moreover, judging by their appearance, they had no intention of stopping, wanting to swiftly traverse the mountain range.
Upon hearing this, Lear’s gaze beca colder.
But there’s not much worry in his heart, as most of the villagers of the Long Thorn Mountain Range have been relocated into Katana.
The Mire Swamp and the Divine Kingdom have significantly expanded, now with ample logistical support, whether those lands are occupied or not is unimportant to him.
The only thing that needs to be guarded is the temples scattered in various corners of the mountain range.
But the Wetland Angels can teleport between temples, so it is fine.
Let the scouts continue closely monitoring their movents, as he’s now too preoccupied with the Goddess of Misfortune.
This golden opportunity cannot suffer any mishaps.
Ti flew by swiftly, midnight quickly passed, from the 4th to the 5th, another intelligence update.
Though this ti it didn’t yield anything good, only the last piece of 2 Stars intelligence had so value.
On June 8th, a fissure of the Abyss will appear in the northwest direction of the Mire Swamp, and at that ti countless demons will flood forth.
The change in world rules will finally be realized at this mont.
But with only Level 15 troops, it cannot trouble the swamp.
However, it can be predicted that the upcoming situation will beco very difficult.
In the face of assaults by demons, undead, and devils, who knows how much life will remain on the Main Plane?
And as the Dinsion Plane further rges, the living space will be greatly compressed...
This is absolute chaos.
As he pondered, suddenly, a terrifying pressure surged, making him feel as though a giant stone had been placed on his chest, making each breath difficult.
The air seed to be soaked in rcury, every movent laden with sluggishness.
Instinctively turning his head to look, the Flower of Misfortune in the sky was blooming exceptionally bright at that mont.
After a few minutes, suddenly with a crack, it transford into countless dots of starlight.
The energy condensed downwards, forming a srizingly beautiful figure in a black and red long dress slowly erging.
Her long black hair drifted behind, her gaze was deep as the stars, her features delicate and flawless, perfect beyond any blemish.
Her left eye was pitch black like ink, the right carried a scarlet hue.
Her aura was cold and aloof, like a flower on a snowy mountain.
Just one glance can feel a beauty that strikes directly at the soul.
But to appreciate it, first one must withstand the divine pressure that nearly crushes the soul!
Lear took a deep breath, his gaze beca subtle.
This is the first ti he has seen the true form of the Goddess of Misfortune.
Even in myths, there is no description of this supre being who commands misfortune.
Mystery is the most described aspect of her.
Upon focused observation, he imdiately noticed the Goddess of Misfortune had changed... not rely revealing her appearance, but also exuding an air of composure and freedom.
Before she gave him a sense of majesty and oppression, but now, like a bird breaking free from a cage, spreading her wings in flight.
She possessed a strong vitality.
"Lord Lear..."
Upon seeing Lear, the cold face of the Goddess of Misfortune softened, revealing a smile.
"I have broken through."
The words had just fallen when she seed to sense sothing, looking at him with so uncertainty.
"I sense a familiar aura on you... the Mother Goddess?"
Lear nodded gently.
"Just as you achieved your breakthrough, the power surging from the temple had nowhere to go, and automatically rged into my body, then..."
He ticulously described the experience of entering the Chaotic Void and acquiring the Chaos Grass, finally saying.
"The Chaos Grass left the chaos and decayed rapidly, to preserve it, I brought it back to the Divine Kingdom, unexpectedly it took root directly in the Divine Kingdom... Now it has already beco part of the kingdom under the entanglent of rules."
No lies...
The Goddess of Misfortune looked at Lear with eyes filled with amazent.
"Unexpectedly, you have such opportunities..."
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