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"One layer? I wonder what the upper layers are like."
"Huh? You know how many layers there are too?"
Li Tian Ci was somewhat surprised that Xin Ba was aware of the number of layers. Li Yunqing had mentioned that not many people knew about the secret layers of this realm.
Xin Ba didn't say much; perhaps it was just a vague memory. Anyway, he only had a hazy understanding that there were layers.
What does it matter? We, the regional lords, can only stay in our own territories, and we have no idea where to find the way to the upper layers.
Dad seems to have said that defeating a monster will reveal a Transmission Array, and then we can go to the upper layers.
A monster? Is there only one monster? How long will the Transmission Array last after it's killed?
Hearing Li Tian Ci's words, Xin Ba knew he couldn't go to the upper layer, but he still wanted to know.
He was already an adult; monsters grew at a different rate than players. Players could level up by defeating monsters, while monsters leveled up through their own growth stages.
There were different phases: juvenile, growth, adult, middle-aged, and elderly. After reaching adulthood, their growth rate would slow down, and once they entered old age, their strength would begin to decline.
Xin Ba felt as if he were shackled. When he recalled information about the upper layers from his memories, he thought that going there might solve his problems.
"I don't know... There should be only one, right? Dad said that killing one will reveal the Transmission Array, and it seems like it will respawn."
"By the way, Xin Ba, you seem to be the same. Do you also respawn when you die?" Li Tian Ci asked with some confusion.
Xin Ba fell silent for a few seconds.
When I respawn, am I still me?
Is it the Grass Lion King that comes back, or is it still Xin Ba?
Xin Ba didn't want to take that gamble.
Li Tian Ci also felt that what Xin Ba said made sense.
"I don't know if it's really you when you come back. Why not ask Dad? He knows everything; aren't you two good friends?"
Upon hearing Li Tian Ci's words, Xin Ba shook his head.
Though the aura surrounding Li Yunqing was immensely appealing to beasts, Simba could still sense the divine essence emanating from him. Perhaps that was what it meant to be a god? To become friends with a deity was a privilege, and to receive their blessings required some sacrifices. Feeling the similar aura from Li Tian Ci, Simba's mood lightened a bit. Raising children was also a form of sacrifice, wasn't it?
Meanwhile, Li Yunqing and Sera sat atop the Grass Bull. The two leaned against each other as the Grass Bull ambled along at a leisurely pace. They took their time to enjoy the scenic grasslands and the gentle breeze that caressed them. Thanks to their connection with the Friend of Heaven and Earth, even the wind felt like a tender touch.
The world was not merely filled with flowers, trees, and animals. Between heaven and earth existed spirits as well. Not the kind with long legs and pointed ears, but those that were born at the dawn of creation. They had no fixed forms and represented various elements: wind, rain, thunder, earth, wood, fire, and more. The magic used by wizards was essentially a means to communicate with these spirits of nature.
Even though these spirits had lived for ages, their hearts remained pure. As long as you praised their names, they would lend you their elemental power. If you maintained a good relationship with them, you could even use their powers freely without needing to offer praise. Just like in this moment, when the Wind Spirit responded to Li Yunqing's presence.
"Can I become your friend?" Li Yunqing heard a voice carried by the wind.
"Of course."
Sera felt a bit confused. Was it Li Yunqing who suddenly spoke, or was it Sera, who was usually understanding and silent?
The Wind Spirit emitted a gentle aura, interacting with Li Yunqing. After the two established a connection, a soft breeze blew through, carrying a joyful essence.
Magicians sought them out primarily for power; although the spirits enjoyed being praised, too much of it could become tiresome. Magicians could only vaguely sense the presence of the spirits and were unable to communicate with them. Even if the spirits spoke, the magicians could not hear them.
Now that someone could converse with it, the Wind Spirit felt delighted.
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