Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

These are good things. Zhou Mu put the nine willow wood hearts into his spatial ring, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

One ten-thousand-year-old willow heartwood and eight thousand-year-old willow heartwoods alone are enough to cultivate several more high-level war gods for the family, not to mention the other plant spirits on the island waiting to be harvested.

Zhou Mu turned around, preparing to explore other areas of the island, when a familiar rumbling sound suddenly came from the horizon.

Looking up, a silver streak of light streaked across the night sky—it was his Qiankun-class intelligent fighter jet.

The fighter jet traced an arc in the air and hovered steadily above the misty island, its silver-white fuselage reflecting the cool moonlight.

The hatch opened, and Zhou Pojun jumped out first, followed closely by Mo Yan, Luo Feng, and seven war god-level martial artists from the Zhou family.

As everyone landed on the ground, their eyes swept around, and a look of shock appeared in their eyes.

The ground was littered with willow tree remains, their pale green sap flowing into streams that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. The air was thick with a life force so rich it was almost tangible; just one breath was enough to make one feel completely refreshed.

"Did the patriarch kill all of these people by himself?" A warrior of the Zhou family, at the God of War level, swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

Eight giant trees, each nearly a hundred meters tall, including a willow king exceeding a hundred meters, were all cleanly cleaved in two. The willow king was even split in two by a single vertical sword strike, the cut as smooth as a mirror, still faintly reflecting lightning to this day.

Zhou Pojun didn't answer, because he himself was also quite shocked. Although he knew his father was very strong, each time he witnessed it firsthand, it refreshed his understanding.

Luo Feng stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on the willow tree king that had been split in two, unable to look away for a long time.

Is this the master's power?

One sword.

Just one sword strike.

He repeatedly simulated the power of that sword strike in his mind, only to find that he couldn't even grasp its trajectory. The level of combat Zhou Mu was at was beyond his current comprehension.

"Don't just stand there."

Zhou Mu's voice came from ahead, and everyone then realized that the patriarch had been standing not far away at some point.

Everyone quickly bowed:

"Father!" "Master!" "Patriarch!"

Zhou Mu waved his hand, his gaze swept over everyone, and finally lingered on Luo Feng for a moment before nodding slightly.

"I called you here to collect the treasures of Kirishima Island."

Zhou Mu got straight to the point, "Those nine willow trees were just an appetizer. There are many other kinds of plant spirits on the island. You will split into three groups, led by Po Jun and Mo Yan, and search the entire island."

"All the plant spirits collected will be converted into contribution points by the family at 30% of the market price and distributed to you personally."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the seven War God-level warriors lit up.

30%!

They were all well aware of the value of plant spirits. Even a single plant spirit was priceless, enough to sustain their cultivation for several years. If they were lucky enough to find a few rare ones...

"Rest assured, Master! We will thoroughly search every inch of the island!"

Zhou Mu nodded in satisfaction and then instructed, "I have already cleared out the planetary-level beings on this island. With your strength, you should be able to handle them. However, there might be some hidden dangers. Stay vigilant, and send a signal immediately if you encounter any situations you cannot handle."

"Po Jun, Mo Yan, keep a close eye on things."

"Yes!" Zhou Pojun and Mo Yan replied in unison.

Zhou Mu then looked at Luo Feng: "Xiao Feng, why don't you go with them too? Broaden your horizons."

Luo Feng nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master!"

The group quickly split into three teams and headed towards the island. Zhou Mu leaped back into the fighter jet hovering high in the sky.

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Zhou Mu sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. Although he hadn't been seriously injured in the recent battles, wielding lightning laws at the planetary level had taken a toll on him.

Especially the final sword strike that killed the Willow King, which simultaneously activated the domain and the laws of lightning, placed a considerable burden on mental strength.

"I need to recover first before going to find Babata," Zhou Mu thought to himself. "I wonder how this guy will react if I go directly to him."

He closed his eyes, and the miniature planet of his body gradually accelerated its rotation, beginning to absorb the surrounding cosmic energy.

......

After an unknown amount of time, a rapid alarm sounded.

Zhou Mu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fighter jet control console.

On the screen, a red dot representing a high-energy reaction was flashing intensely somewhere on the island, with several smaller dots next to it, which were the location signals of Zhou Pojun and Luo Feng's group.

"Something happened?"

Zhou Mu frowned, his figure flashed, and he rushed out of the fighter jet.

Under the moonlight, thick smoke billowed in a valley in the northwest corner of the island, energy fluctuations were violent, and shouts and explosions of battle could be faintly heard.

Zhou Mu transformed into a streak of light, instantly traversing several kilometers and appearing above the valley.

Looking down, they saw seven Zhou family war god warriors fleeing in all directions, pursued by a huge, black-purple vine.

The thick vines thrashed wildly like giant pythons, each strike carving deep furrows into the ground.

The attacks from the Zhou family warriors landed on the vines, leaving only shallow wounds. And those wounds were repaired in the blink of an eye by their extremely strong regenerative abilities, as if they had never been injured at all.

"This is... a cloud-patterned vine?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Mu's eyes. In the original story, the Cloud Vine on Fog Island was subdued by Hong. He had not found it when he searched Fog Island with his mental power, but now it had been provoked by the family's martial artists.

He glanced around and quickly understood the reason.

Deep in the valley was a huge cave, with a lot of torn soil and tree roots remaining on the edge of the cave. This Moyun Vine should have been hidden underground, but it was disturbed by the commotion of the Zhou family warriors and crawled out of the cave.

Below, a vine suddenly lashed out at a War God-level martial artist who couldn't dodge in time. The man's expression changed drastically, and he tried his best to dodge, but the vine still grazed his shoulder. He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the mountainside and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Everyone else, stand back!"

Zhou Pojun shouted sternly, "This thing is at least planetary level; you can't break through its defenses!"

Zhou Pojun raised his hand, and a sharp blade of light slashed towards the main body of the Cloud-Piercing Vine. It was a killing move he had comprehended after breaking through to the Planetary level; the air itself was torn apart wherever the blade of light passed.

The blade struck the main body of the Cloud-Piercing Vine, leaving a wound half a meter deep.

But the Cloud Vine retaliated even faster, its sixteen vines whipping out simultaneously like countless whips lashing at the crowd. The vines moved with astonishing speed, accompanied by a piercing whooshing sound, as if the air itself was being blown apart.

Zhou Pojun's expression changed, and he turned sharply, narrowly avoiding several vines. Mo Yan was even more disheveled, drawing his gun and retreating, only to be struck in the back by a vine, flying dozens of meters backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"This thing is too hard!"

Mo Yan gritted his teeth, "And their recovery ability is insane! The wounds I painstakingly created healed in the blink of an eye!"

Zhou Pojun frowned. Of course he knew all this. He had just used all his strength, but he could only leave a wound a few centimeters long on the main body. For this dark purple vine, it was just a superficial injury.

"This thing... is beyond our capabilities."