I became an immortal by synthesizing plants.

At this point, Chen Qingshan had traversed countless mountains and walked for three whole years before finally reaching the next town.

Along the way, they also collected many interesting plants, including a four-leaf clover that had just become a spirit plant and a bald cypress that had comprehended the laws of wood.

And then there's the humble foxtail grass, which, though as insignificant as weeds, refused to be mediocre and comprehended the laws of life, becoming a spiritual plant of life.

Everything in the world is striving to show its talents.

Chen Qingshan arrived in Wushan City.

Chen Qingshan learned that the mountains here are shrouded in smog all year round, which is why it is called Fog Mountain City.

Many Golden Core cultivators have emerged from this place, but they have often failed to solve this problem in the past.

Some people even often wear a helpless smile on their faces.

This made Chen Qingshan even more curious. What kind of problem could it be that even a Golden Core cultivator could fail to solve?

Moreover, they didn't report it to the clan to solve the problem.

Stepping into a shop, you see specialties from all over the world on display.

Among them, Chen Qingshan saw the flower in the stone.

Moreover, Chen Qingshan discovered that there were a lot of stalls selling spirit fruits in this area, and a lot of people frequented these stalls.

Chen Qingshan didn't know much about it, but the clan shouldn't lack spiritual fruits, so why did the people here need to buy them?

"Shopkeeper, why are so many people buying spirit fruits?" Chen Qingshan asked, picking up a flower from a stone.

The shop owner came over, glanced outside, and said with a wry smile, "The spiritual plants grown on the surrounding spiritual mountains don't bear fruit, so we have to transport them back from other places to sell here. When people see the spiritual fruits, they buy some to try."

Chen Qingshan felt that these might be related to the smog, but the smog was caused by the geographical environment, and to remove the smog, the spiritual mountains would have to be leveled.

"Then why don't you move away? Aren't there many places outside of Wushan City where you can build new towns?" Chen Qingshan was even more puzzled. Many places were unclaimed farmland. As long as he reported it to the family, this small problem would definitely be solved.

"This is our home, and we've gotten used to it over the years. Besides, our specialty is Wushan Stone. If we move away, we won't be Wushan people anymore." The shopkeeper took out a Wushan Stone and showed Chen Qingshan its uses.

Looking at the misty rocks rising from the mountain, Chen Qingshan understood. Every place has its unique products, and the specialties of this misty mountain city are also their source of income.

Rather than going out to farm, it's better to stay in your hometown and live there.

After buying a few misty mountain stones, Chen Qingshan headed to the place where the mist was thickest.

In fact, Chen Qingshan didn't know what he was supposed to do there, but he just wanted to go.

Moreover, the body moves outward involuntarily.

After walking for more than forty minutes, Chen Qingshan arrived at the foot of a mountain.

This mountain has the same stone tablet as the previous one, which records the name of this mountain: Misty Blue Mountain.

Chen Qingshan looked at the fog carefully; it didn't seem blue at all.

Chen Qingshan shook his head and walked up the mountain.

Perhaps because those Golden Core cultivators had all traversed the void, Chen Qingshan actually discovered a trace of blue light as he walked into the fog.

But this wisp of blue doesn't belong to the clouds; it comes from something else.

After walking for a long time, Chen Qingshan still couldn't find any misty rocks in the mountains.

But all the inspiration in the mountains converged in one place.

Just as Chen Qingshan was about to go over and take a look, he heard the chattering sound.

After listening for a while, Chen Qingshan still didn't understand, so he once again summoned the spirit of nature, the black giant longhorn beetle.

The black longhorn beetle looked at Chen Qingshan with some displeasure. Why do you keep calling it out?

Chen Qingshan transmitted his voice to it, asking it to help translate what the chattering sounds were.

The black longhorn beetle listened carefully and then said, "These are spirits of clouds and mist. They usually live on high mountains, but they often migrate to various places. However, I don't know why these spirits of clouds and mist have settled here."

Chen Qingshan transmitted his voice, "Listen to what they're saying."

The black-headed longhorn beetle listened carefully for a while longer and said, "They didn't say anything; it was just normal communication."

Chen Qingshan nodded and quietly walked to the side of the Cloud Spirits, preparing to see what they looked like.

Upon closer inspection, the Spirit of Clouds and Mist resembles a small, perfectly normal cloud, only much smaller.

A few small clouds were chattering away, seemingly talking about something, and they even had eyes. Unlike the Iris Stoneflower Spirits, whose eyes were petals, these clouds had ordinary eyes.

Chen Qingshan's appearance startled them so much that their eyes shrank in fright.

Several small clouds drifted around, disappearing one after another.

Chen Qingshan had no intention of capturing them and let them escape.

"No wonder those Golden Core cultivators who came before all went back helplessly. It turns out these little guys were causing trouble," Chen Qingshan pondered.

However, these little guys are not entirely useless. They are one of the important factors in the abundance of misty mountain stones and the reason why towns have been able to develop in this area.

Watching the little guy running around everywhere, Chen Qingshan smiled and continued wandering in the mountains.

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

It is going to rain.

Chen Qingshan watched as the surrounding clouds and mist dissipated, then found a large tree to shelter from the rain.

The rain then began to fall, with raindrops occasionally dripping through the gaps in the leaves onto Chen Qingshan's shoulder.

Chen Qingshan looked at the thunder brewing in the clouds directly above, and his lips twitched slightly.

Sure enough, a moment later, lightning struck down like a dragon.

Chen Qingshan thought it was those little cloud spirits causing trouble, so he flew into the clouds.

However, there were no living beings in the clouds, nor were there any spirits of the clouds.

Chen Qingshan looked at the cloud formation that was still brewing thunder with a heart full of doubt.

A few breaths later, bolts of lightning struck the large tree below.

With each strike, a piece of bark would fall off the tree, but the leaves had long since been gone, leaving the bare trunk to bravely withstand the thunder from above.

The heavenly lightning, comparable in power to the Golden Core Tribulation, struck more than a dozen times, and even the incredibly sturdy tree couldn't withstand it, collapsing completely.

Chen Qingshan looked at the dissipating thunderclouds and torrential rain, then bent down and went to the side of the fallen tree.

The tree was not a spiritual plant, nor had it done anything harmful; it was just an ordinary yew tree, yet it fell to the heavenly tribulation.

Chen Qingshan gently stroked the tree trunk, which had been roughened by lightning.

The tree seemed to possess a spirit; after Chen Qingshan touched it, the trunk crumbled, revealing its core.

Chen Qingshan picked it up and saw that it was a seed radiating spiritual energy, but this seed was ridiculously large, with a diameter of twenty or thirty centimeters.

"Is this your child? Don't worry, I'll take good care of it," Chen Qingshan said, somewhat surprised.

Then, Chen Qingshan dug a hole for the big tree and buried its trunk.