Kapitel 209: Chapter 208 Hundred Intentions Spirit Light Technique

At the foot of Low Mountain, Yellow Bud Rice Fields.

Even though the harvest had been completed, the yellow bud rice plants remained lush and green.

At this moment, accompanied by a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees flapping their wings,

a grey cloud of insects descended into the yellow bud rice fields.

Wherever they passed, the tough stalks, which were almost as hard as sticks, instantly turned into a green, moist powder that fell to the ground.

The scent of fresh grass spread all around the fields.

In the middle of the insect swarm, a man in his fifties, draped in a black cloak, was slowly moving forward.

He carried a black ceramic urn almost as tall as a man on his back; wherever he went, the grey cloud of insects followed.

"Haven't seen this before, have you?" Old Hao squatted at the end of the field, puffing on a cigarette.

"Tsk tsk, quite the eye-opener." Chen Mu, also squatting at the field's edge, observed the insect swarm at work with great interest.