books44 Chapter 633
Chapter 633
Hearing this, Han Changkong instantly understood that the spiritual energy in this mortal world was rather turbid and belonged to the inferior spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in the fairyland is relatively pure and its essence is actually similar, so it is called fairy energy.
The divine power of the God Realm was more than a little bit higher than the immortal energy of the Immortal Realm. It was a complete qualitative change, but it was also a type of spiritual energy. Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to call it spiritual energy.
Thinking of this, he bowed and said:
"Han has learned his lesson."
Da Zhuang patted Han Changkong on the shoulder and said:
"Don't be so polite. If you join our sect in the future, we'll have a chance to meet again. Let's get to work first."
The two quickly ended their conversation and began to prepare for work.
Although Han Changkong had never done farm work in the fairy world, he was a real country man before he traveled through time. Isn't this job easy to do?
And this is also how he currently integrates into the village.
Han Changkong walked to the field, picked up the farm tools, and tried to turn the soil.
He discovered that the land in this divine realm was much harder than he had imagined. It took a lot of effort to turn it over, and he had to control the force to avoid damaging the spiritual veins in the land.
The other villagers worked skillfully, and the rhythmic sound of farm tools hitting the ground was like a unique morning song.
Han Changkong was not willing to be outdone. He mobilized the divine power in his body and injected it into his arms. The farm tools in his hands suddenly glowed faintly.
He swung his hand vigorously, and a large piece of soil was turned up. The villagers nearby saw it and looked at him in surprise:
"Friend Han, you're so strong!"
Han Changkong responded with a smile and continued to work.
As the sun gradually rose higher, the temperature began to rise as well.
Beads of sweat appeared on Han Changkong's forehead. These beads of sweat sparkled with strange light under the sunlight, and each drop contained the divine power in his body.
After working for several hours, more than half of the field was finally turned over.
At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and lightning flashed faintly in the cloud.
Dazhuang's expression changed:
"Oh no! It's a thunderstorm. Everyone, find some shelter!"
The villagers immediately put down their farm tools and ran towards a nearby cave.
Han Changkong also followed everyone and quickly came into the cave.
As soon as we entered the cave, deafening thunder was heard outside. Lightning raged in the sky like silver snakes, continuously striking the ground.
Han Changkong was shocked. He had never seen such a fierce thunderstorm in the God Realm.
"These thunderstorm clouds appear from time to time. If you get struck by them, even a god-level being would feel bad."
Dazhuang explained.
Everyone rested in the cave for a while, and the thunderstorm finally passed.
Everyone returned to the fields and continued working.
After a day's work, although Han Changkong felt a little tired physically, he felt particularly relaxed.
In this ordinary work, he felt a special kind of tranquility and fulfillment, and also gained a deeper understanding of life in the divine world.
After returning to the village, the villagers gathered together for dinner.
Everyone shared the fun of the day, and laughter echoed in the village.
Han Changkong sat in the crowd, thinking silently in his heart that perhaps during these five years of waiting, he could gain more unexpected things here, whether it was the understanding of cultivation or the friendship with these villagers.
At night, Han Changkong returned to the house, washed up simply, and began to practice again.
Today's work gave him new insights into the use of divine power. He believed that in this ordinary yet special life, his strength would steadily improve.
Time flows like a gurgling stream, neither fast nor slow. Quietly, five years have passed by like a flash.
On this day, the sun still shone on this land of the divine realm, and Han Changkong worked hard in the fields as usual.
He swung the hoe skillfully, digging it into the soil and turning it up again. His movements were smooth and fluid. Sweat seeped from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.