Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

Chapter 2 The Immortal King’s Medicine Garden

Around the old tree, there are all kinds of strange and strange plants gathered, including grass, ginseng, flowers, trees, etc., without exception, all emitting hazy light, standing among the holy white mist, looking like Incomparably sacred.

Wang Heng looked at the scene in front of him and was a little confused. Where is this?Haven't you woken up from the dream yet?

After a short period of sluggishness, he came back to his senses and looked at the plants gathered in front of him in surprise.

They are not so much plants as they are fairy spirits sitting cross-legged in the radiance, because each of them has a divine and splendid appearance and has an otherworldly temperament.

This situation gave Wang Heng the illusion that he had mistakenly entered the legendary fairyland. In his understanding, only a fairyland full of immortals and gods could grow such fairy plants.

These plants not only look divine, but also exude a strong medicinal fragrance, which floats in the void and enters the human body along the mouth and nose, making people's pores relax, the whole body is comfortable, and the whole person is buoyant.

At this time, Wang Heng noticed that there was a slightly shriveled blue fruit hanging three feet above his head, with one or two drops of juice hanging on it, which was fresh and tender, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

He was very familiar with this fragrance. When he was still struggling in endless pain just now, a kind of fragrant fairy juice appeared at a critical moment, dispelling the haze and saving his life.

The juice hanging from the fruit in front of him was the same kind as the one flowing into his mouth, or it came from the same fruit.

In an instant, Wang Heng understood the situation of his dream.

In a place detached from the mundane world, a man named "Master Heng" fell into a coma for unknown reasons, and then, a group of sacred and fairy-like plants used the juice of a fruit to wake up the so-called "Mr Heng" come over.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng smiled, because if nothing else happened, in this dream, his identity should be a fairy god living in the sky.

Just as he was thinking about it, lamenting that the dream was so real that it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, the shriveled fruit on the top of his head suddenly fluttered in the air, and came to the most extraordinary old tree.

"puff!"

The shriveled fruit exploded without warning, turning into a brilliant rain of light, pouring on the branches and leaves of the old tree, bursting out with bright light.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wang Heng felt that after being baptized by the light and rain, the color of the few fruits on the old tree's branches became darker.

"what?"

Seeing the fruit on the old tree, Wang Heng realized that the fruit that relieved his pain and finally turned into light rain came from this extraordinary old tree. It was no different from the few hanging on the tree. The only difference was It is the size and color of the fruit, which represent the degree of maturity.

"Mr. Heng, you're awake."

An old voice came and echoed in Wang Heng's ears. Accompanied by the breath of time, it cleansed people's minds. In a trance, he seemed to see a mighty long river of time. On top of it, there was an ancient tree standing Let it go, let the time wash away, the long river rushes, it will always exist forever.

Shaking his head violently, he looked slightly shocked at the old tree bathed in the light and rain, the old voice was coming from it.

A tree is actually speaking, and what is even more shocking is that its figure stands firm in the magnificent river of time, as if it is immortal.

Wang Heng, who was in shock, could not respond for a while, and the atmosphere was frozen on the spot.

"Master Heng's soul has just suffered a catastrophe, which may have caused some unforeseen consequences. He seems to have lost his memory and does not recognize us." A purple old ginseng said.

As soon as this statement came out, the plants present shook their branches and leaves one after another, as if they were nodding in agreement with this statement.

"There is indeed something wrong. The way the young master looks at us shows a strange look. Alas, even the longevity fruit can't heal the trauma in the soul?" A tall and lush ancient tree sighed.

It is much taller than that old tree, and its size is more than several times larger. The branches are full of divine fruits, and it looks very imposing and quite extraordinary.

However, Wang Heng could feel the respect that this big tree had for the old tree. It seemed that the old tree that gave him the fairy juice had an extraordinary origin. Judging from its behavior and momentum, it should be the most sacred plant here.

This point can be seen from the name of the fruit - Longevity Fruit. It is difficult to think of a fruit named after the word Longevity.

"In this way, I ate the longevity fruit? Could it be that I can live forever?" Wang Heng thought so, but then sneered again. This is just a dream, and it can't be taken seriously. When the dream wakes up, everything will disappear.

"There is this possibility. Although I dripped the juice of the longevity fruit into the young master's mouth to extinguish the Yuanshen chaos, but the matter has already happened, the damage has already happened, and the destruction is inevitable. After all, it is still a step too late." The old tree came out. Voice, with some emotion.

Then, it looked at Wang Heng. Since it was a tree, Wang Heng couldn't see the expression of the old tree at the moment, but heard it ask: "Mr. Heng, do you still feel unwell in the body and inside the head?"

When Wang Heng heard this, he immediately shook his head in response.

Afterwards, he asked with the mentality that what has come is safe: "Where is this? Who are you?"

In Wang Heng's view, this is just his dream anyway, so there is no need to be too restrained or fearful, otherwise the dream will be shattered and the person will wake up.

"Sure enough, he lost his memory. He came to the garden to collect herbs. He suffered such a catastrophe inexplicably. If the fairy king came back and found out about it, he would definitely blame us. What should we do?" Flowers open slightly eagerly.

Its whole body is as red as blood, and there are vague flames lingering on the roots. Just getting close to it will make your mouth feel dry.

"That's right, the wrath of the fairy king, is it that mere magic medicines like us can bear it?" Beside the scarlet flower, a nine-leaf god grass echoed. On each of its leaves, there is a Imprinted with mysterious and unpredictable lines, there are knives, swords, towers, tripods and other things, with extraordinary Taoism.

The conversation between the two magic medicine plants immediately made the plants present panic.

They clearly knew that the son of the Immortal King in front of them was hard-won. Because of this, over the years, Mr. Heng had received great attention and favor from the Immortal King and had placed high hopes on him.

If it is known that something happened to him and the soul is severely injured to the point of amnesia, the Immortal King will be furious.

At this moment, the old tree who was the leader of all the trees spoke out, comforting them: "Don't rush to draw conclusions, the disaster of Yuanshen this time is not necessarily a bad thing for Mr. Heng."

Hearing it say this, everyone calmed down.

The old tree did not continue to explain, but responded to Wang Heng's previous question.

"Young Master Heng, don't you remember at all? This is the fairy king's medicine garden, and we, following the fairy king's elixir, were planted in the garden."

(End of this chapter)