Looking at the spiritual herb in front of him, Gu Xi's breathing gradually became rapid.
This spiritual herb was rooted in the soil, and it was almost entirely light blue. What was even more strange was that with it as the center, everything within a few feet of it had turned into ice sculptures. If one approached it, even the temperature between Heaven and Earth seemed to have dropped by a few degrees.
After a long silence, Gu Xi muttered in disbelief, "Snowfall Fungus?"
Previously in the Medicine King Valley, Wu Nanshan had shown him the appearance of Snowfall Fungus.
After observing it for a moment, Gu Xi was almost certain. This spirit herb in front of him was the one he was looking for!
He had never thought that he would be so lucky to encounter a Snowfall Fungus here!
If this matter were to spread out, it would definitely attract the attention of everyone!