HPDBC Chapter 98 unlocks the [Terra Mini-World]
Chapter 98 unlocks the [Terra Mini-World]
Chapter 98 unlocks the [Terra Mini-World]
Inside the pigsty, a faint but extremely pure dragon aura rippled outwards.
The piglets, who were rolling in the mud, paused, looked up blankly, and instinctively shrank back as they felt the oppressive aura emanating from the depths of their blood.
On the fence, Song Hongmao's small chest stood out even more.
You mortal pig, feel the majesty of this deity!
However, the enormous female wild boar, Song Wild Boar, merely lazily lifted its eyelids.
It sensed a familiar feeling from that aura, very similar to the two-legged creature that gave it special treatment every day, but weaker and more arrogant.
Song Yebo impatiently exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils, rolled over, turned his rear end towards the little guy on the fence, and continued to sleep soundly.
The piglets followed suit, and seeing that their mother didn't react, they immediately forgot about the matter and continued to dig and play.
They were ignored.
They were completely ignored by a bunch of pigs.
A surge of anger rose in Song Hongmao's heart, and the tuft of punk-style red hair on his head became even more vibrant, as if flames were dancing within it.
It wanted to show these foolish mortal pigs what true dragon might was!
Within its small body, the red dragon power originating from Song You began to be frantically mobilized, and a faint dark red halo appeared on its body surface.
Just as it was about to forcefully transform into a dragon and give these pigs a taste of their power.
yard.
Song Youzheng held the custom-made 30-pound iron pot in one hand, feeling its heavy weight.
"Speaking of which, the soil should be arriving soon."
Suddenly, he stopped moving.
A familiar energy fluctuation came from the direction of the pigsty at the foot of the back mountain. It was weak, but it carried a hint of uncontrolled frenzy.
It's Song Hongmao.
Song You raised an eyebrow.
They've only been released for a short time, and they're already causing trouble?
He was too lazy to even walk over; it was just a thought that crossed his mind.
As the absolute lord of the Dragon Servant, he has absolute control over the dragon energy within Song Hongmao's body.
They directly took away his dragon energy.
On the pigpen fence.
Just as Song Hongmao was about to unleash his full power, his body suddenly stiffened.
It felt the surging power within it recede like a receding tide, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
My body went limp, and my limbs felt weak.
"Smack."
The little guy slipped and fell straight down the fence.
"what!"
Su Yunxi, who was standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise and rushed over quickly, managing to catch Song Hongmao in her arms just before it hit the ground face down.
The little one in my arms was limp and motionless, his dark eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Red Hair! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Su Yunxi was so anxious she was almost crying, thinking that her little pet had suddenly contracted some serious illness.
She picked up the little one, turned around, and ran into the yard.
"Senior! Something's wrong! Red Hair seems to be dying!"
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Song Youzheng slowly walking over from the courtyard.
"It's okay, you won't die."
Song You took the limp Song Hongmao from her hands, lifted him by the scruff of his neck, and brought him in front of him.
A man and a mouse, their eyes locked.
"Lord, Lord..." Song Hongmao's voice rang in Song You's mind, filled with sobs.
Song You ignored its attempts to gain sympathy and simply asked in a calm tone in its mind, "First day at work, and you already want to destroy the house?"
"I was wrong! I'll never do it again!" Song Hongmao was terrified, his four little paws kicking wildly in the air. "I just wanted to uphold your supreme authority!"
"Do I need you to uphold my dignity?" Song You shook it. "It seems life in a cage suits you better."
Upon hearing the word "cage," Song Hongmao completely broke down.
"No, my lord! I promise! I will be obedient and diligent from now on, and be your most loyal servant! If you tell me to go east, I will never go west! If you tell me to catch chickens, I will never chase dogs!"
Seeing its pathetic state, Song You's anger subsided.
He put Song Hongmao on the ground, and the dragon energy that had been drawn away slowly returned to its body.
Having regained his power, Song Hongmao was instantly revived.
It immediately crawled to Song You's feet, rubbing its furry head against his trouser leg in an extremely fawning manner.
"Find a place to stay. If you dare to cause trouble again, it won't be as simple as just putting you in a cage." Song You left these last words and turned to walk back into the courtyard.
Su Yunxi watched in disbelief. She couldn't understand how the little pet, which had been on the verge of death just moments before, could suddenly recover after her senior had picked it up and said a few words to it.
Senior, it seems you can speak animal language?
Song Hongmao stood there stunned for a moment, and only after confirming that the lord had really let him go did he breathe a sigh of relief.
It looked around and finally fixed its gaze on the tall old locust tree at the entrance of the farmhouse courtyard.
The view from there is expansive, allowing for monitoring of the entire agritainment business, making it the perfect place for its first dragon servant to reside.
With a kick of its hind legs, it transformed into a streak of silver-gray lightning, leaping up the tree trunk and quickly settling down in a hidden tree hollow.
In the afternoon, a green postal tricycle stopped in front of the farmhouse.
"Mr. Song You's package!"
Song You went out to sign for the package. This time it was a square box reinforced with layers of waterproof cloth and wooden strips. It wasn't big, but it was extremely heavy.
.
He carried the box into the yard with one hand, found a crowbar, and quickly opened it.
Inside was a sealed metal box.
Upon opening the box, a primal scent, a mixture of decaying leaves and rainwater, wafts out.
Inside the box was half a box of moist, sticky soil, as dark as ink.
The Amazon soil has finally arrived.
Song You's phone vibrated; it was a message from the overseas purchasing agent.
"Honey, the package has been delivered. This was truly a near-death experience. To get this through customs legally, I spent half a month traveling by ship, and I was almost mistaken for a smuggler. You can pay the fee as you see fit. I'm going to get some sleep now; I feel like I'm half dead."
Looking at this message, Song You could imagine the other person's predicament.
"Thanks, double the price."
He replied to the message, then turned off his phone, picked up the metal box, and went into his room.
He carefully moved the dying Rudraksha plant off the windowsill.
Although the seedlings did not continue to wither after these days of trying to keep them alive, they still looked sickly, with drooping leaves and no vitality.
The scene in the casino resurfaced in Song You's mind.
You become the cheapest white chip, casually placed on the gambling table by a stranger.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of having his fate controlled by others and being powerless to change it again.
He needs strength.
We need more, stronger power.
And this legendary World Tree in front of him is his biggest trump card at present.
Song You took a deep breath and suppressed all his distracting thoughts.
He found some tools and carefully took the little bodhi seed out of the flowerpot, peeling away the ordinary garden soil that had long lost its vitality.
Most of the seedling's root system had died, with only a small portion near the main root stubbornly clinging to life.
He filled the Amazonian black soil from the metal box into a new, larger terracotta pot, and then replanted the cleaned seedlings in it.
After doing all this, Song You sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands resting lightly on either side of the ceramic basin.
After advancing to the next level, a gentle yet powerful force of nature flowed continuously from his palms and into the black soil.
This time, it's no longer just a simple energy transfer.
Song You devoted all his knowledge to this.
He could clearly feel his thoughts, along with the power of nature, permeating every grain of soil and every inch of root.
He felt as if he had become the seedling itself.
He could hear the black soil from the Amazon joyfully welcoming this family member of the same origin.
He could see that the seedlings' almost dead roots burst forth with a strong will to survive the moment they came into contact with the soil of their homeland.
The power of nature acts as a bridge, continuously channeling the most primal life essence contained in the black soil into the roots of the seedlings.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Song You's forehead.
This process was more mentally taxing than he had imagined.
Time passed by, and the plants gradually changed.
The leaves, which had been drooping, began to tremble and unfold at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the withered stem, a barely perceptible hint of tender green quietly emerged.
The Druid's Diary opened automatically in his mind.
TerraWorldTree (Seedling Stage)
[Status: Near Death (Life Countdown: 264:17:35)]
The red, constantly fluctuating number began to recede rapidly under the combined influence of natural forces and the Amazonian black soil.
ten minutes.
twenty minutes.
One hour.
Song You only stopped slowly when he felt that the natural power in his body had been almost completely drained.
He wearily opened his eyes and looked at the pot of seedlings.
It was still weak, but the lingering aura of death had disappeared.
Instead, there is a tenacious, emerging vitality.
The status in the Druid's Log has also changed.
TerraWorldTree (Seedling Stage)
[Status: Sub-healthy (out of immediate danger)]
It worked!
Song You let out a long breath, leaned against the wall, and felt the relief of surviving a disaster.
Although I was only in a sub-healthy state, at least I survived.
As long as you're alive, there are endless possibilities.
He rested for a while, regained some strength, and then focused his attention on the diary in his mind again.
Below the line of text labeled "Status: Sub-healthy," a line of text that was originally gray and unselectable is now emitting a faint golden glow.
[Function: Open the Terra Mini-World]
Song You's heart skipped a beat, much to his dismay.
coming.
It's called a small world, but I don't know what it's actually like. I hope it won't disappoint me.
Without the slightest hesitation, he gently touched the word "activate" with his consciousness.