Soon, his divine sense locked onto a blood-red vine.
The vine was entwined with a faint black light and occasionally emitted a slight rumble of thunder; it was the Eighth Grade Spirit Plant, Blood Nether Thunder Gourd.
"The remnants of the Bone-Eroding Yin Thunder that nourished the Blood Nether Thunder Gourd are still present; we just need to accelerate its maturity."
"For Ninth Grade Spirit Plants, besides accelerated maturation, various harsh conditions are needed, so let's first mature this Blood Nether Thunder Gourd."
Lu Xuan made up his mind, and silver-white wings flashing with lightning unfolded behind him, bringing him instantly to the Blood Nether Thunder Gourd.
With a thought, the remaining seven drops of Creation Spirit Dew appeared before him.
One drop of Creation Spirit Dew silently fell on the blood-red vine.
Instantly, the black-red thunder light on the vine crackled like numerous serpents frantically writhing.
