"The Immortal Sect treats us all as fertilizer, but they forget--" Lin Ye stroked the strange ears of rice growing out of the Dantian, "Fertilizer can also rot the bones of immortals."
Lin Ye knelt on the cracked field ridge and watched the spirit supervisor draw the old farmer's soul into the bronze lamp. Thirty-seven human faces on the lamp wall were screaming silently, and their bodies had long been turned into nourishment for the spiritual field. "Those who do not pay the spirit grain will have their souls drained for three days. "This is the iron law of the sect. And spiritual slaves like Lin Ye are just walking fertilizer.
Until he dug up a bronze fragment in the field, stained with dried blood. When his blood soaked into those strange lines, a terrifying space opened up in the sea of consciousness - there was a dry well in the center of the cracked spiritual field. What the well water reflected was not his face, but countless struggling souls.
[Shen Nongtian] is thirsting for flesh and blood.
[Earth Mother Sutra] records taboo agricultural cultivation methods.
And Lin Ye discovered that under the Xuanxiao Sect's best spiritual field, three hundred serfs who were "sacrificially sacrificed" last year were buried.
"Since the Immortal Sect wants to use souls to cultivate the fields..." When the blood-stained hoe smashed the soul lamp, the green lines on Lin Ye's right hand were growing wildly, "it's better to use the souls of the elders to make fat." "
