The black-clad woman looked upwards and said, "Simple."
She took out a bunch of shriveled beans, as if they had been stored for many years.
The beans split into two.
She handed one batch to Jiang Fan and said, "Add your blood to it."
After saying that,
she cut her own finger and sprinkled essence blood on the beans in her hand.
Then she threw them onto the ground.
The beans hit the ground and immediately emitted a large amount of white smoke, and when the smoke dispersed,
there were dozens of black-clad women!
Their aura was identical to the black-clad woman!
"Isn't this what storytellers call the transformation of beans into soldiers by immortals?"
Jiang Fan was repeatedly amazed.
The black-clad woman said, "It's the immortal beans of the indigenous people of the Heavenly Realm."
Jiang Fan was full of curiosity: "The indigenous people of the Heavenly Realm, I wonder what kind of existence they are."
Ruling an entire Heavenly Realm, creating so many civilizations.
