Above the mage

Chapter 304 The Mother Qi of All Earth and the Harvest Festival

Within Mandela's Eye of Vision, God could clearly see that at this moment, on Flora's body, there were streaks of multicolored light that were exactly the same as those on the leaves of Yugathira.

They intertwined and overlapped like tassels, eventually forming a cocoon that enveloped Flora's small body.

However, these colorful lights are completely invisible and do not exist in the normal visual field of binoculars.

It's truly breathtaking.

This scene lasted for about a minute before the multicolored light enveloping Flora suddenly began to shrink until it completely disappeared into Flora's body.

The mysterious energy flow is no longer visible, but it has not disappeared; rather, it has been "absorbed" by Flora.

Seeing that everything was over, Gao De finally felt relieved and turned off the Mandela Eye.

Flora stared at him, her eyes wide.

"Is Lady Flora finished?" God confirmed.

"Lady Flora has finished," Flora confirmed.

"What changes have occurred in Lady Flora this time?"

"Changes?" Flora looked down at herself carefully, pinched her fingers and cheeks, and finally said dejectedly, "No changes."

"It's okay, the little ones are cute too." Gao De's eye twitched, and he decided to ask for more details, "I mean, have you gained any amazing new abilities?"

"A new ability?" Flora thought for a moment, then nodded seriously. "Yes, I do, but I don't know how good it is!"

Explain in detail.

"It's...it's this." Flora stammered, unsure how to describe it, and finally simply stretched out her small hand, a yellowish-brown stream of energy shooting from her fingertips.

"What's this for?"

"It's just for turning into soil."

"Turns into soil?"

"that is."

Through a question-and-answer session, Gaode quickly pieced together the fragmented information.

Saying it "turns into soil" is actually quite accurate.

The growth of magical plants often requires various soil conditions, and magical lands are often just the most basic conditions.

For example, the Fire Fruit Tree grows on scorched soil; ordinary spiritual land simply cannot allow the Fire Fruit Tree to survive.

Flora's yellowish-brown airflow can alter the properties of the soil.

All you need is a handful of the desired soil, such as scorched soil, which you can bury in a normal spiritual site. Flora can then use this scorched soil as a source and, through the yellow-brown airflow, slowly improve the soil around the source soil, transforming it into scorched soil.

However, there is a limitation: soil cultivated later cannot be used as source soil. Only native special soil can be used as source soil to transform the surrounding land.

"Is it amazing?" Flora looked up at Gao De, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Absolutely amazing!" Gao De affirmed.

This is more than just remarkable; it's an extraordinary ability comparable to "turning stone into gold."

With this ability, any rare magical plant can be transplanted into the Ten Thousand Trees Domain of Yugathira.

"Since Flora can't say its name, how about we call it the Mother of All Earth?" Gao De looked at the yellowish-brown stream of energy swirling around Flora's fingertips and suddenly had a name with a hidden agenda.

"Okay!" Flora, who was already working hard to learn arithmetic, answered without hesitation.

Ten represents two hands.

One hundred means twenty hands.

A thousand is two hundred hands.

Wan means a lot of hands, which sounds amazing!

After witnessing Yugathira's advancement firsthand, God did not linger in Vallar Bay but chose to return to Phoenix.

He was filled with anticipation for astral teleportation, but it was not possible to do so at the moment.

Because it takes two months for Yogg-Sarah to recharge the energy required for one astral teleportation.

This first burst of energy was transformed into runes by Yogg-Sarah and imprinted on the back of his hand.

Therefore, in order to open the astral portal, one can only wait two months for the energy to be "recharged" again.

But that's also good, because these two months will give him plenty of time to prepare for his first astral teleportation journey.

After all, astral teleportation can only be carried out once every two months, and if you include the return journey, it's once every four months. So, you naturally need to be well prepared and make the most of the "journey".

Today's Phoenix is ​​different from the past.

Generally, before sunrise, most Zhenbing people get up early to prepare meals. After eating their first meal of the day, they head out to gather food for the tribe, either by fishing or hunting, just as the sun is rising.

In short, we cannot stop for even a day, otherwise some members of the tribe may go hungry.

But today, all the Zhenbing people put down their "daily" work and headed out of the city.

This is an order from the King of the Zhenbing Tribe; they are not required to work today.

Outside the ice wall in Phoenix, a large crowd had already gathered.

The elders organized the ice-blooded mages of the clan to line up in a circle, forming a human wall.

The ice wall was packed with people; these were the early arrivals who had managed to snag a good spot.

From their vantage point, these people could clearly see that the once flat snowfields on both sides of the city wall had been completely covered by ice barriers, and they wondered what was hidden inside.

In the distance, where no ice barriers were erected, one could see patches of cleared land. It was unclear what their purpose was, but it was known that they were ordered by the new tribal king to gather many people to cultivate the wasteland.

It can't be a kind of thing, can it?

—Although Sunafa did not order the concealment of the Northwest Barley No. 1, many people in the Zhenbing tribe already knew about it, but most of the Zhenbing tribe members were still completely unaware of it.

Outside the ice wall, there is a temporary ice platform constructed using magic.

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Gao De, Sunefa, Flora, Grant, and others were all standing on the high platform.

"My King, Mother of War," Deputy Minister Grant stepped forward and said respectfully to the two, "it's almost time."

Gao De glanced at Sunefa, who remained unmoved and said softly, "It's your idea, so naturally you get to make the decision."

Today is the harvest day for the naturally grown Northwest Barley No. 1.

Material development is important, but spiritual development is equally important.

In fact, Gaode was somewhat incredulous when he learned that the Zhenbing tribe did not have any festivals.

I was extremely shocked to learn that the Zhenbing people worked day after day without rest—but I could also understand it, because the Zhenbing people's job was to obtain food, and if they stopped for even a day, some of them might starve to death during the frozen year.

But things are different now.

The emergence of Northwest Barley No. 1 has made food no longer scarce.

And as the first harvest of Northwest Barley No. 1, a crop that is poised to transform the North, barley will now grace the tables of the people of the North, completely changing their lives.

Such an epic moment is definitely worth recording, so Gaode decided to name this day the Harvest Festival.

Every year since then, on this day, just like today, all Zhenbing people can rest for a day and hold various celebrations, which is equivalent to the "Spring Festival" in the previous life.

Although the Zhenbing people do not yet have the concept of festivals, as long as such activities continue for several years, they will become a tradition.

The Zhenbing people will gradually realize that they are different from other people in the North, which, to put it bluntly, will stimulate their "sense of superiority".

Having a sense of "superiority" will increase their sense of identity with Phoenix and their own Zhenbing tribe, and they will be more willing to spontaneously protect their tribe.

Gao De didn't try to shirk responsibility or be pretentious, knowing that Sunafa also wanted to take this opportunity to let more people know and recognize him as the new king.

He looked at the dense crowd of people in front of him, who were talking animatedly. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and waved to everyone, signaling them to quiet down.

"My people, I am God, your new king." His voice, though not loud, clearly pierced through the crowd.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Your Majesty is virtuous!" "Your Majesty is virtuous!"

This scene warmed Gaode's heart.

These cheers were not "plants" he had arranged in advance, but were all spontaneous cheers from the Zhenbing tribe.

Clearly, the ancient prophecy from the War Mother of Oretia was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Zhenbing people, causing them to subconsciously submit to and revere God, the person in the prophecy, even though he was young and a stranger.

Once the shouts subsided slightly, Gao De gestured downwards with his hand, "The reason I've gathered everyone here today is to announce something."

"I know that our people are the most hardworking, but even so, every year when the ice freezes, some people still starve to death, and some lose their parents, brothers and sisters. This is our pain, and it is a reality that we cannot escape."

"This is not your fault. You have been hardworking and resilient enough. It is not the fault of the snowfield either. The people of the North were born on the frozen tundra and will always love this land deeply."

"But from today onwards, all of that will become history. As long as everyone works hard enough," Gao De shouted, "the Zhenbing people will never suffer from hunger again."

"Because, from this day forward, we in the North will also be able to harvest food!"

"This is a day to remember. I hereby declare that from this day forward, every year on this day will be known as Harvest Festival!"

As Gaode's voice faded, with a bang, the tall ice fence completely disintegrated, like ice and snow melting in the warm spring sun.

Immediately afterwards, large fields of wheat, hidden behind ice barriers, were revealed.

The golden wheat shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a vast, boundless golden ocean.

(End of this chapter)