Guarding the River of Time-Chapter 300 - 291: Sacred Medicine Garden, Does It Really Exist?

Chapter 300: Chapter 291: Sacred Medicine Garden, Does It Really Exist?

The joy brought by two hundred thousand Favor Points even surpassed the joy from a cultivation breakthrough. Two hundred thousand Favor Points was equivalent to two or three months of diligent work!

Converting it into Affinity, it could increase by another 2%!

Awesome!

Su Mu walked around the altar without finding any trace of the Golden Toad.

The frustration in his heart found no outlet.

He had to turn it into a dried frog and soak it in water to vent his anger!

Luckily, his methods were clever and his strength was strong enough; otherwise, he would have been refined by that damn toad.

It seems that this altar is the cultivation site of that scabby toad?

Su Mu waved his hand and took away the incense burner, and destroyed all the array on the altar.

That toad severed three tributaries for cultivation, quite like that black-haired man who dug riverbeds for a cave dwelling.

After dealing with it, Su Mu jumped off the waterfall and left the place.

Walking, he seemed to have stepped on something soft.

Pushing aside the grass, he found another scabby toad.

Seeing this toad, the nameless anger in Su Mu’s heart flared up again.

He grabbed the toad, broke off a piece of waterweed, tied it up tightly, and then threw it into the water with a mighty swing, not knowing which water body it ended up in.

After tossing it, Su Mu clapped the dust off his hands, finally feeling a bit better.

Now there’s another creature Su Mu detests. Let him see no toads, for every one he sees, he’ll toss!

.....

At this moment, in a small river ditch along a tributary of the River of Time.

This ditch was filled with foul-smelling, viscous mud. Looking carefully, one could see something golden buried inside, only revealing two round eyes, like a pair of telescopes, cautiously scanning the surroundings.

After ensuring no one was chasing it.

The golden toad emerged from the mud, fleeing frantically.

As it got up, hundreds of inky black toadlets burst from the mud, following behind the Little Golden Toad.

Seeing so many followers behind it, the Little Golden Toad turned around and kicked the nearest toads, scolding: "Stop fucking following me!"

"Causing such a commotion, do you want me dead?!"

It was on the run, while these stupid subordinates feared it wouldn’t die fast enough, anxiously tagging along whenever it relocated, worried the pursuing man wouldn’t find them!

The hundreds of toads halted, looking pitifully at the Little Golden Toad, actually... they didn’t know what to do themselves.

"Scram, scram!"

"You don’t need to follow me anymore. In each Great World, go where you want, develop on your own."

After saying this, the Little Golden Toad jumped forward, quickly disappearing at the end of the river, whereabouts unknown.

The hundreds of toads looked at each other, then scattered, heading in different directions, different tributaries...

...

"Yo?"

"Another dead toad?"

"Why are there so many toads all of a sudden?"

"Extra meal today!"

On the way home, he accidentally stepped on several frantically fleeing toads again.

He grabbed them, tied them up with waterweeds, and took them home.

...

In the courtyard, on the dining table.

"Father, what kind of soup is this?"

"It’s so delicious!"

After drinking a big bowl of soup, Nannan’s eyes sparkled.

"This is... bullfrog soup."

"If you like it, have more."

"Come, Father will serve you another bowl."

I must say, this toad may not look appealing, but it’s a rare ingredient. The meat is tender and springy, chewy, and the soup it makes is incredibly delicious!

It could even rival the soup of some rare Treasure Fish.

"Bullfrog?"

"Is it a kind of frog?" Nannan tilted her head and asked.

"A kind of frog."

"Tomorrow, when Father patrols the river, he’ll catch more for you to make soup!"

.....

At this moment, in the Icefield Demon Realm among the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

In this world, there was no sun or moon, no so-called day or night.

The sky was a hazy gray, with space cracks scattered across, like a huge and fragmented gray mirror, reflecting in the void above.

On the ground, an endless icefield with no vegetation visible, only cold, hard icefields and towering ice mountains.

Gray, cold, desolate, showing no signs of life, encapsulating the true portrait of this world.

On the icefield, walked humanoid creatures a hundred meters tall, with thick black fur and pitch-black pupils exuding black air.

Creatures resembling black dragons coiled in the void, seemingly battling a great terror, producing violent sounds that cracked the icefield below.

Black rhinos, strange humanoid creatures, massive black bears like Mount Tai... various creatures roamed the icefield, constantly fighting, their black mixed with red blood scattering on the icefield, instantly freezing into patches of blood-colored flowers, dissipating in the cold air.....

...

On the icefield, palaces built of black ice blocks were particularly eye-catching.

Black dragon heads like dragon veins coiled and crouched on the ground, palaces like scales on the black dragon’s body, with black abysses reflecting above, with colossal black shadows swaying.....

Among them, over a dozen black abysses pointed towards the largest and tallest palace at the dragon head, clustering around it.

Inside the palace.

Three tall silhouettes sat across from each other on icy thrones, their height over two meters even while sitting, indicating their immense stature, wrapped in thick beast hides, their origin unknown.

The three figures remained silent, all with eyes closed, waiting quietly....

After a long while, one figure slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the abyss above.

A hoarse voice echoed.

"It’s been thirty thousand years, why haven’t they returned yet..."

After another moment of silence, one figure slowly replied, "Do you think... our path is really right?"

"Didn’t the Saint Ancestor say... this abyss leads to a place hiding miraculous opportunities and treasures?"

"We should trust the Saint Ancestor," a third voice rose.

...

"For the legendary Sacred Medicine Garden, we have no one left to use..."

"Is it truly worth it?"

The figure on the left glanced at the middle figure, speaking like a ghost.

"I plan to go myself."

The figure in the middle slowly stood up, looking at the abyss above.