"I should plant some flowers and grasses around the mansion."
Inside the farm.
Jiang He was holding pen and paper as he scribbled and drew.
"I could put a stone table and stone bench beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment in the yard … hmmm, normal stone tables and benches are a little cheap, so I could get something like thousand-year cold jade or warm jade. Those aren't treasures in the world of cultivators, so I could get Jin Sidao to get me a set when I'm done."
He then drew his idea on the paper.
Only when he was done did he realize …
He could not understand the design he had drawn.
"Yeah."
"It's a little sloppy … whatever, I don't know a thing about design in the first place. I'll get Big Onion Bro to design it for me when the time comes." Jiang He crumpled the paper into a ball and promptly threw it away.
He then glanced at the many spirit stone trees in his farm. There were already thumb-sized spirit stones hanging on them, and they would mature in an hour at most.
"All the spirit stones would be planted in another four or five batches. Including the 1,000 initiation pellets, it would be done by tomorrow, and I could level up my farm then," Jiang He thought as he left the farm.
Standing in his yard and lighting himself a cigarette, he looked up at the Stargate up in the skies. His face twitched when he did, and he exclaimed in surprise, "The diameter of the Stargate … seems to have increased?"
Jiang He did not pay attention to the Stargate over the last half a month, and now that he took a closer look, he realized that it had indeed expanded considerably, and was now around fifteen meters in diameter.
The Stargate was ten thousand meters up in the skies, and Jiang He's divine mind could easily cover it.
His divine mind swept out, and he noticed that aside from the increase in diameter, the Stargate was more stable than before. Before, only full-fledged Yuan Spirits could pass through, but now, convergences could.
"Hold on …"
"Only convergences could pass through?"
Jiang He could not help scowling at that thought and cursed inwardly …
Damn it!
Before, he had been preoccupied with improving his cultivation and had just visited the immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators on Earth. Now that he was a full-fledged Mahayana, wouldn't the Stargate crumble the moment he entered, and any spatial storms or rifts would definitely kill him?
"And here I was thinking about finding time to visit the Sky Demons … but how do I get there now?"
"Should I hide in the farm and attach the farm to Dumbo's body so that it could bring me there?"
"No, that's not safe … a full-fledged Mahayana would have no problem crossing the stars physically. Why don't I just do it to the Sky Demons?"
However, there was still another problem.
The universe was vast.
Although there was no gravity in the universe, and the speed of flying would be greatly increased, what was the use of flying at a speed of 20 times the speed of sound in the universe where distances could easily be measured in light years?
"By the way, my current maximum speed should be about twenty-four or twenty-five times the speed of sound. If there's no gravity in the universe, I'm afraid I can fly at forty or even fifty times the speed of sound …"
At 50 times the speed of sound, it was less than 20 kilometers per second.
The distance between the Earth and the moon is close to 400,000 kilometers.
"That is to say, if we only rely on our physical bodies to travel through space, it would take us five to six hours to reach the Moon and half a year to reach Mars."
After some calculations, Jiang He gave up on that idea.
Wouldn't it be lonely flying in the starry sky for half a year?
Of course.
There were things like warp portals in space, and it would save him a lot of trouble if he could find one. But the problem was, who the hell would know where he could find one?
"That is why there are three ways to fight the Sky Demons."
"First, becoming immortal."
"My flying speed would increase greatly once I become immortal, and I would be able to grasp the Dao of Dao. If I could grasp Spatial Dao, where could I not go in the vastness of space?"
"Second, find an immortal item with spatial attributes and use it to travel."
"Third, wait for the hare to come to me."
In fact, Jiang He usually did not recommend such a stupid method like waiting for the hare to come to him because it was too passive.
"Hmmm … actually, there's a fourth way."
"If the Sky Demons could stabilize the Stargate, I should be able to as well … I would be able to pass through it once it stabilizes to a certain degree, although I don't know much about it and have no idea how to stabilize the Stargate."
That was when Jiang He's phone rang.
He answered, only to hear a voice speaking from the other end.
"Hello, Mister Jiang. I'm Li Jianguo of the military."
"Li Jianguo?"
Jiang He did a double take before coming to a realization and smiling. "Chief Commander Li, yes? What's up, Chief Commander Li? "
At the other end of the call, Chief Commander Li cut to the chase and asked, "Mister Jiang, did your pets go to Mount Putuo?"
"Yes, that's right."
Jiang He answered truthfully. "Haven't I been quite free lately? I'm about to change the environment of my house, and I heard that the purple bamboo forest of Mount Putuo is beautiful, which is why I had them chop some bamboo for me to transplant. "
"…"
Chief Commander Li did not say anything for a while.
Well …
Too willful.
You want to chop down the purple bamboo forest of Mount Putuo just because it's beautiful?
Wouldn't you pluck down the beautiful stars and put them at home?
Composing his words, he then said, "Well, Mount Putuo has been experiencing a lot of unusual phenomena recently …"
After that, he told Jiang He what happened afterward, and when he mentioned Dumbo's words, "I'm Jiang He's dog. Who would dare touch me?" Jiang He could not help laughing at those words, and cursed, "That dog has learned to bully its master now?"
Chief Commander Li said, "After that, the unusual phenomena of Mount Putuo vanished and the shockwaves from the elites' battle stopped. I sent people to investigate, but there seems to be an invisible barrier twenty kilometers away from Mount Putuo that they could not pass through."
"Oh?"
Jiang He's gaze twitched, and he asked, "An array?"
"We couldn't investigate the situation at Mount Putuo, but we were worried about your pets and your foundation, which is why we called you." Chief Commander Li said a few more words before hanging up.
Meanwhile, Jiang He appeared thoughtful.
Mount Putuo?
Unusual phenomena?
An array?
Could Mount Putuo be an immortal sect as well?
"No … if Mount Putuo really has a sect, it would not be an immortal sect but a Buddhist sect." Jiang He suddenly remembered that the purple bamboo forest of Mount Putuo sounded a little familiar!
"The Southern Sea Purple Bamboo Forest?
The Bodhimanda of Guanyin? "
Whoosh!
Jiang He rose to his feet and called out to Sora, instructing her, "Make some dumplings tonight. Haven't the mutated wheat we planted been processed into flour? I haven't eaten it yet, so let's try something new tonight. "
"By the way, make some potato and beef stuffing for the dumplings. We have beef at home, right? I remember killing an old rank-eight bull before, and its meat was quite good … as for potatoes, you could buy some from the city. "
Jiang He was a little speechless at the mention of potatoes.
He had not eaten potatoes for over three months.
There was no helping it.
How was he supposed to eat potato landmines if he planted them?
…
At the same time.
South of the Qiantang River estuary, on Mount Putuo in the southeastern seas of the Zhoushan Archipelago.
As the sea breeze blew, the purple bamboo forest resounded with the pleasant sound of bamboo leaves colliding.
Many elites had gathered in the bamboo forest.
Most of them were Sufferance-tier cultivators, with the weakest being at three or four retributions, while the strongest were at seven or eight retributions. They were all cultivators from various immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators, and they were grouped into groups of up to eight.
Of course.
Dumbo's group was definitely the most eye-catching in the purple bamboo forest.
A cat, a dog, two eagles, and seven Bottle Gourd Brothers.
Dumbo, the strongest of them all, had an aura equal to True Child Emperors (True Child), but it was not a true True Emperor. It was no exaggeration to say that any of the elites present could kill them with just a breath.
And yet, Dumbo was immeasurably arrogant right now.
It was standing on its hind legs, wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar in its mouth …
Though the cigar would burn its throat, it was thicker and bigger, which made it more impressive when smoked.
Puffing on the cigar twice, it looked around at everyone and sneered, "Why aren't you leaving, everyone? Or do you want me to personally send you off? "
There was silence in the purple bamboo forest.
After a long while, a six-retribution cultivator said, "Mount Putuo is the Bodhimanda of the legendary Guanyin, and everyone has the right to fight for the providence she left behind."
The six-retribution cultivator was wearing a blood-colored robe.
His entire aura contained a bloodlust and killing intent, and he was clearly a cultivator of the demonic path.
Dumbo turned toward him and flatly said, "Which sect are you from? What's your name? What's your cultivation? What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again if you dare. "
"…"
The six-retribution cultivator clenched his teeth in frustration, his face flushing. He would have gone berserk if a cultivator from another sect had said that, even if they were of a higher cultivation. But this dog …
He really did not dare to provoke it.
After all, the dog's master was Jiang He!
Jiang He, who would kill and destroy sects at the slightest disagreement!
In fact, while Dumbo appeared as arrogant as ever, it was almost pissing its pants inwardly.
Damn it!
So many elites?
It was absolutely frightening … but it had no choice but to be arrogant.
The shockwave from their battle just now almost killed it, and so it had to use Jiang He's name … and it turned out to be extraordinarily effective.
At once, Dumbo became confident.
Scolding a bunch of elites who were countless times stronger than itself as if they were their grandchildren, it could not get any better.
At that thought, it stubbed out its cigar and stood on its hind legs, striding forward as if it did not care about its own kin. Pointing at the obscure Bodhimanda at the edge of the purple bamboo forest, it said, "This Bodhimanda belongs to my master, and the providence inside belongs to him. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
"Bottle Gourd Brothers, Big Eagle, Little Eagle, enter the Bodhimanda while Trumbo and I watch over it. I'd like to see who dares to disrespect my master!"
The Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers and the two golden eagles soon entered the obscure Bodhimanda shrouded in Buddhist radiance. The group of elites then traded glances, with one of the fourth-retribution cultivators saying meekly, "But … I was the one who discovered this Bodhimanda of Mount Putuo first."
Dumbo was dumbstruck.
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