The green grass is like a carpet, endless and stretching all the way to the horizon. This should have been a beautiful and peaceful scene, but the color of the grass is so green it makes you uneasy.
The grass was only about three inches tall, neat and neat, not a single inch tall, not a hair's breadth, with green leaves standing tall like swords, reaching straight to the sky.
On the green leaves, there was still a glow of fluorescence. What should have been a vibrant scene instead gave off a chilling feeling.
"Something's not right!"
Long Chen looked at the grassland and immediately sensed danger. The grassland was too strange; in the endless grassland, there wasn't a single other weed, no trees, and not even a rock in sight.
Long Chen reached out and grabbed a blade of grass. The moment his fingers touched the blade, sharp spikes almost invisible to the naked eye sprouted on the blade. When they pierced Long Chen's finger, he immediately felt a tingling sensation.
"Impressive!"
Long Chen was slightly startled. The spike hadn't pierced his finger. Although Long Chen wasn't in combat mode, his physical strength was still incredibly formidable—ordinary weapons couldn't pierce him.
Although the spikes hadn't broken through the defenses, the fluorescent light on them made Long Chen's fingers tingle slightly, indicating that these herbs were highly poisonous.
Even on the surface of the skin, it can make people feel numb. If it pierces the flesh, it would be truly terrifying. Moreover, the entire grassland is covered with this highly poisonous strange herb, which is quite terrifying.
"This grass contains corrosive power and carries the aura of corpse demons. Its roots penetrate deep underground. It seems there must be something strange underground. Mo Nian is truly amazing." Long Chen couldn't help but sigh.
Mo Nian had never been here before; the place he went to was very far away, but he could sense that something extraordinary must be here.
If he weren't heading straight for the goal, he would definitely have come here to take a look. Now, this task has been entrusted to Long Chen.
Long Chen tossed aside the grass in his hand and slowly walked deeper into the grassland. The further he went, the denser the strange grass grew ahead. After traveling for an hour, the grass grew from about three inches tall to about a foot tall, and its leaves were as sharp as blades.
Although Long Chen was walking through the air, he didn't dare go too fast. He had to stay alert to changes around him—who knew what kind of terrifying presence was hidden deep within.
Back then, Mo Nian had risked most of his life here. If it had been him, if he had suffered such serious injuries, he wouldn't have had the ability to escape. So he had to be careful—don't lose your treasure and throw your life in there.
Long Chen had been walking for more than half an hour. The sky gradually dimmed. At this moment, he was like a lone boat on the vast sea, seemingly so insignificant, as if he could be swallowed at any moment.
The further they went, the darker it became. At this moment, the nameless strange grass was already about three feet tall, and within it, something seemed to be hidden and stirring.
If it were anyone else, they might have been scared and run away long ago, but Long Chen didn't care; his attention remained deep within the grasslands.
"Sss!"
As he was walking, suddenly, without warning, a black bolt of lightning shot toward Long Chen.
It was a fist-sized, pitch-black monstrous rat, with a pair of very small wings on its back. As soon as it appeared, it charged right in front of Long Chen.
Long Chen was about to reach out and grab it, but suddenly a thought struck him. A sharp sword appeared in his hand, blocking the strange mouse's path.
"Creak!"
When the strange mouse's sharp teeth bit into the sword, sparks flew everywhere, and the hard blade was bitten open with two small holes.
As soon as the two small holes appeared, the divine light on the sword rapidly dimmed. Long Chen was startled—this was an immortal sacred weapon, yet it had been crippled by a rat, even its spirit destroyed.
Long Chen looked closely at the strange rat. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "
This is the Ghost Nether Rat!"
"Whoosh."
At that moment, after biting the longsword, the ghostly Nether Mouse instantly lost its previous ferocious aura and turned to run.
"Trying to leave?"
With a wave of Long Chen's hand, space twisted, and the Ghost Nether Mouse was instantly bounced back, caught squarely by Long Chen's hand.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The Ghost Nether Mouse cried out in alarm, biting and struggling wildly, but Long Chen was gripping his neck, unable to bite Long Chen at all.
"My luck is pretty good—I even ran into the Ghost Nether Mouse." Long Chen looked at the Ghost Nether Mouse in his hand. Its fur was jet black, and beneath its belly was a strange pattern resembling a demon's face. He was both surprised and delighted. He was already certain this thing was a tremendous treasure.
The Ghost Nether Mouse is an extremely rare beast. Its teeth are highly poisonous, and the wings on its back are not for flight, but for storing venom. If extracted, this venom would be even more precious than immortal gold.
However, compared to its essence blood, this venom was like garbage. The Ghost Nether Mouse's essence blood was a kind of extremely yin and soft, able to be refined into heavenly yin water.
This Water of Heavenly Yin was actually a divine water from the Chaos Era, but it had long since disappeared from the world. It only existed in the Chaos Era. After the Chaos Era, the Water of Heavenly Yin could only be extracted and synthesized.
The essence blood of the Ghost Nether Mouse can be refined into the Water of Heavenly Yin, which is essential for refining the Supreme Yang Spirit Pill or Supreme Yang Divine Weapon.
As the saying goes, 'Lone Yin cannot be born, Lone Yang does not grow.' Whether yin or yang, neither can be absolutely pure. If it were absolutely pure, it could not be condensed and would eventually scatter or burst.
Therefore, extreme yang gives rise to yin, extreme yin gives rise to yang—this is the inevitable law of the Heavenly Dao. Although Long Chen had refined the Zhiyang Spirit Pill, it was only below the Saint Pill.
On the sacred pills, Long Chen could no longer refine them because he couldn't find the supreme yin power to balance the energy within the pills. As a result, many of his spiritual pills, though powerful, could not be refined.
This was also the biggest headache for the Qiankun Cauldron and Long Chen. Even a clever housewife can't cook without rice. No matter how skilled you are, if you don't have rice to cook, it's pointless.
So when Long Chen saw the Ghost Nether Mouse, his heart raced with excitement. He observed it repeatedly and confirmed it was correct—this was the legendary Ghost Nether Mouse.
"Impressive, your luck has actually changed." This time, even the Qiankun Cauldron was unsettled and couldn't help but say,
"Hehe, it's New Year's—who doesn't have dumplings?" Long Chen chuckled. The ghostly Nether Mouse struggled and cried out wildly, but Long Chen ignored it and let it keep barking without stopping.
However, this little creature had a very strong temper. After struggling a few times and unable to break free, its body suddenly convulsed.
"Sss!"
Long Chen took out a small knife and cut open the Ghost Nether Mouse's body. Instantly, a clear liquid flowed out. Long Chen had already taken out a jade cup and caught the liquid—that was the Ghost Nether Mouse's essence blood.
"Ss..."
Long Chen had just finished his work when suddenly the surrounding grass stirred, followed by streaks of black lightning shooting toward him.