"God—God—God—"

These flowers and plants were cheering in unison, as if they were praising the princess, or calling her, hoping to attract her attention.

These shouts are like an invisible link, building a bridge of communication between the two sides.

Concubine Yuan felt the sincere feelings of these flowers and plants from the chorus of their calls - it was a feeling of admiration and admiration.

They not only regarded her as a god, but also regarded her as their mother.

They are like children longing for mother's love, and they are like students who fear their teachers. They hope that Concubine Yuan can come close to them, touch them, water and fertilize them.

Following the call of the flowers and plants in the room, Concubine Yuan keenly felt that there were wisps of weak spiritual thoughts in the void, gathering around her.

"This is?"

Concubine Yuan touched her gently, and she immediately felt a more obvious and sincere admiration, which was transmitted from these mental thoughts.

"Thoughts of incense?" Sensing the nature of these weak thoughts, Concubine Yuan was quite surprised, "I didn't expect that these flowers and plants with such shallow spirituality could actually have the idea of ​​incense!"

Looking around the entire flower and grass house, Concubine Yuan felt it carefully.

She discovered that although the flowers and plants in the whole flower house generated very weak beliefs, when these incense beliefs were gathered together, they could be compared to the thoughts of incense generated by an ordinary person who puts up incense and prays once.

When ordinary people pray to gods and Buddhas, they have various thoughts and desires in their hearts. The incense and desire generated by prayer contain various impurities. However, because the thinking of flowers and plants is extremely simple, there is no incense thought in them.

Impurities can be absorbed directly without refining.

However, rather than absorbing these incense thoughts, Concubine Yuan paid more attention to the feelings of reverence and closeness towards herself in these incense thoughts.

"These little guys..."

Sensing the faint feeling of admiration conveyed in the void, Concubine Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "They are obviously some ignorant plants and trees, but they have such sincere feelings for themselves. They are obviously spiritually weak, but they still have such sincere feelings."

Give me your most precious possessions."

You must know that unlike humans, the spirituality of flowers and plants is very weak. If you want to form the idea of ​​incense, you will consume your own spirituality.

But even so, these flowers and plants were still willing to offer incense, regardless of their own spiritual losses - this made Concubine Yuan couldn't help but feel moved!

Concubine Yuan wanted to help these simple-thinking plants.

"Since I have helped you to embark on the road to enlightenment, and you can still offer me incense, then I will naturally reciprocate and help you take one step further!"

Concubine Yuan thought for a while, took the power of the incense into her body, and then refined part of the incense into divine power, and redistributed it to the flowers and plants in the greenhouse.

Nourished by the divine power of incense, those spiritual losses caused by offering incense were quickly recovered. Even nourished by divine power, there was a vague spiritual power brewing in these flowers and plants.

If this trend continues, Concubine Yuan feels that some of the flowers and plants in this room can really give birth to spiritual intelligence and become plant-based monsters.

You know, there are all kinds of monsters in this world, and there are even people who turn into stones to practice cultivation, but there is no precedent of plants turning into monsters.

The predecessor of the Yin-Yang Split Idol was the most promising plant for transforming into demons. Unfortunately, it was acquired by Peach Shinto and sacrificed into a magic weapon. It can no longer go any further.

"I hope that some of you little guys can open up your spiritual wisdom and become real monsters." After silently blessing, Concubine Yuan stood up and left the flower room.

…

Time flies, and the years pass by easily. In the blink of an eye, the new year is approaching.

During this period, apart from getting up in the morning to say hello, Concubine Yuan had been hiding in the flower room and busy practicing, and had not even been to the usual gatherings of concubines.

This situation can't help but make the concubines who are married to foreign countries feel a little bit uneasy.

You must know that Concubine Yuan was born in Yuan Tu and was promoted to imperial concubine. She is considered to have the highest status among the concubines from foreign countries. With such a background and status, even if Concubine Yuan did not deliberately win over them, those concubines from foreign countries would still have the highest status.

They will gather around Yuan Fei unconsciously.

But now Concubine Yuan was immersed in her cultivation and did not even go to the regular concubine gatherings. This made the concubines who gathered in front of her have to guess what Concubine Yuan was thinking.

However, Concubine Yuan paid no attention to their intentions and indulged in her own practice every day.

Ever since she condensed ten divine patterns, Yuan Fei felt that every time she condensed one hundred divine patterns, her soul would be strengthened.

Although the degree of enhancement is not large, the accumulation of dozens of divine patterns is enough to increase her spiritual cultivation to an incredible level.

She estimated that if this trend continues, when she condenses a hundred divine patterns, her soul cultivation will be able to survive the first and second thunder tribulations without any period of weakness, and may even survive the third thunder tribulation.

No problem.

This visible enhancement is simply the greatest encouragement to myself.

Concubine Yuan was immersed in the practice of condensing the Hundred Flowers Divine Marks. Unknowingly, the number of divine patterns in her soul reached ninety-nine types, and she was only one short of reaching the level of minor success.

This day is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and it will be the New Year’s Eve in two days.

In the morning, Concubine Yuan led a group of concubines to the Queen's Kunyuan Palace to pay their respects. After the concubines paid their respects, the Queen and the concubines talked about the New Year's Eve ceremony and asked Concubine Yuan if they could help.

As the imperial concubine, Concubine Yuan was supposed to assist the queen in managing the harem and help arrange the ceremonies at the beginning of the year.

Unexpectedly, Concubine Yuan did not want to delay her cultivation, so she refused: "I am still young and cannot take on a big responsibility. I'd better leave this to Sister Yi!"

The queen was quite surprised, and after taking a deep look at Concubine Yuan, she stopped inviting her.

On the way back to the palace, a concubine from a certain country finally couldn't help it anymore: "Sister, why do you refuse this matter?"

Such an important matter is the best opportunity to show her face. They can't figure out why Concubine Yuan would refuse such a good opportunity?

Concubine Yuan said calmly: "I have other things to be busy with, and I really don't have that spare time."

"What can be more important than the first day of the Lunar New Year ceremony?"

Of course, nothing is more important than cultivation!

Concubine Yuan looked at the concubines around her with pity. For these women living in the harem, they no longer had any freedom except looking up at the emperor and empress.

This is the tragedy of a woman who has no strength and can only compete with a group of women for a man.

Concubine Yuan really didn't like the various palace fights in the harem, so she didn't care about authority at all.

As long as you have strength, everyone will look up to you.

If she had the cultivation level of six thunder tribulations, even Yang Pan would not dare to act rashly. If she was the creator of seven thunder tribulations, even Yang Pan would probably respect her.

Concubine Yuan clearly knows that strength is everything. So she will refuse rights without hesitation for the sake of strength.

However, I am afraid that few of these concubines can think about this clearly - so they can only live in this deep palace forever!

After separating from the concubines, Concubine Yuan returned to Tianxiangju. After breakfast, she began a new day of practice.

Within the soul, the ninety-nine divine patterns are flowing with a faint divine glow, and an illusory flower is suspended next to the divine patterns. The true energy in the body is circulating, constantly condensing this most critical rune.

A large amount of Baihua Qi was consumed, and the conceptual shadow of the hundredth flower in the soul became more and more solid.

I don't know how long it took, but Concubine Yuan was shocked. She suddenly felt that the true energy in her body was like a river bursting its banks, pouring down into the soul, and was absorbed by the divine patterns contained in the soul. At the same time, there was also a large amount of power of the soul, and

It was sucked away by the hundred divine patterns in the soul.

One hundred divine patterns, supported by the power of the divine soul and true energy, are constantly changing their position and arrangement, and seem to be condensing into one.

As the hundreds of hundred flower divine patterns continued to flow and change, Concubine Yuan felt that there seemed to be a strange power flowing inside these divine patterns.

Suddenly, there was a soft "click" sound, and a hundred divine patterns found their matching points, and immediately began to merge.

Every time a divine pattern is fused, Concubine Yuan feels that the divine soul is strengthening. This enhancement does not simply increase the amount of the divine soul, but also enhances the essence.

Not only that, while the divine patterns changed and the divine soul became stronger, an invisible and formless spiritual light also emitted from the divine patterns.

This spiritual light first enveloped the harem, then spread to the former dynasty, and finally spread outward from the palace, gradually covering the entire Jade Capital City.

However, the spread of the spiritual light did not stop. After the entire Jade Capital City was enveloped, the spiritual light began to spread outwards.

After covering an area of ​​thousands of miles, this invisible spiritual light stopped spreading.

It seemed to be celebrating the birth of the God of Flowers, and also seemed to be responding to the reflection of the spiritual light in the void. Within the scope of the spiritual light, all kinds of flowers and plants, either dry or prosperous, bloomed into beautiful flowers in the face of the cold wind.

It’s really like ‘a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of trees and flowers bloom’!

On the other side, just as the invisible and formless spiritual light began to spread, Yang Pan, who was reviewing the memorial in the Qianyuan Palace, suddenly stopped holding the pen, and then raised his head and looked up into the sky.

At the same time, in the study room of Marquis Wu Wen's Mansion outside the palace, Hong Xuanji also looked up at the sky outside the window with a feeling.

In their telepathy, an invisible force enveloped the surrounding world. This force was very vast, far exceeding the existences of ghost immortals and peak martial saints. Even in the two people's feelings, six thunder tribulations

Neither the real people nor the ordinary immortals in the following thunder tribulations possess such vast and majestic power.

"What kind of power is this that is so vast and majestic?" Hong Xuanji looked solemn and couldn't help but think about the power he sensed.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the courtyard. Hong Xuanji frowned and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"

The butler who was guarding the door quickly bowed and replied: "I would like to inform you, Lord Marquis, that the withered flowers and plants in the courtyard have suddenly returned to spring and bloomed."

When Hong Xuanji heard this, he frowned deeply.

At the same time,

In the palace, Yang Pan was worrying about the source of the power that shrouded the sky, but before he could think clearly, he suddenly heard the eunuch next to him reporting: "Your Majesty, the flowers and plants everywhere in the palace, whether in the greenhouse or in the

Everything planted in the garden has begun to bloom."

"Have they all blossomed?" Yang Pan retracted his thoughts and looked at the eunuch who reported the matter, "Have even the dead branches and leaves blossomed?"

"Exactly!" the eunuch bowed and responded.

"Let's go and have a look!" Yang Pan put down his pen, stood up and walked towards the door of Qianyuan Palace.
To be continued...