Although the spiritual energy in the Tras Forest became more abundant as he went deeper, Yang Ling still didn't want to venture too far in and chose a small valley with rich spiritual energy near Spider Valley to meditate.

  According to the unicorn's memory, there were many high-level magical beasts lurking in the depths of the forest, danger was everywhere, and even the unicorn was being cautious. Perhaps after encountering a high-level magical beast, it could escape or win by relying on the large number of magical beasts, but at this time, losing strength would be fatal. Even if one managed to tame a high-level magical beast, it would not be worth the cost.

  Yang Ling took out more than 200 crystal nuclei from the space ring, set up a simple maze array at the entrance of the mountain valley, and then summoned all the demon beasts to guard the law.

  Soon, under his command, the withered warriors transformed into large trees, blocking the narrow entrance to the valley, so as not to let passing magical beasts discover their tracks and easily break in.

  The evil eye is arrayed in the middle of the mountain valley, responsible for medium and long-range attacks; the wolf spider king leads a large army to lay down spider webs around the mountain valley as traps, then quickly hides underground to ambush, responsible for low-altitude defense, close-quarters sniping and raiding.

  The Qilin beast was divided into five teams, one team patrolling outside the valley, and the remaining four teams waiting in formation inside the valley, guarding the east, south, west, and north directions, responsible for high-altitude defense, aerial strikes, and long-range raids. As for the Unicorn, an eighth-tier advanced magical beast, it stood guard beside him.

  A valley that is easy to defend but hard to attack, a simple yet practical maze array, plus the waiting magic beast army, Yang Ling believes that even if he encounters a high-level magic beast, he has the power to protect himself. If not, he can also command the magic beast army to cut off the pursuit and ride the fast unicorn to retreat wholeheartedly.

  After sitting down with his legs crossed, Yang Ling took a deep breath and slowly circulated the witch power inside his body, silently reciting the mysterious incantation. Slowly, the thick heavenly and earthly spiritual energy seeped into his body, and the surrounding trees also emitted strands of green life energy.

  During this period, even with great effort, the Elf Elder only managed to obtain two bottles of Life Spring Water. Understanding the rarity and preciousness of Life Spring Water, Yang Ling could no longer bear to use it lightly, except for the Magic Beast Blood Pearl, he would not rely on these rare Life Spring Waters to help him continue advancing.

  Unlike the Spring of Life, the effect of the Beast Blood Pearl is far from sufficient, but it has an advantage in quantity. It can be purchased in large quantities from mercenaries and hunters, or obtained by commanding a beast army or guard squad to hunt beasts.

  The number of Demon Blood Beads is abundant, but compared to the green life energy emitted by trees, it's a small trick. The Tras Forest stretches for thousands of miles, and there are countless ancient trees that are hundreds or even thousands of years old. As long as you meditate in the forest for a few days, you can absorb a large amount of green life energy.

  Although he didn't fully understand the secrets of green life energy, Yang Ling knew that absorbing a large amount of such energy would have tremendous benefits. It could speed up his cultivation, quickly recover consumed magic power, and even automatically heal injuries. More wonderfully, it seemed that the more abundant the green life energy was, the larger the mysterious space where the witch tower was located became.

  The space where the Witch Tower is located is the habitat of the Magic Beast Army. Without this mysterious space, even if the tamed Magic Beasts are numerous and high-level, they cannot be summoned to fight at any time. Yang Ling understood that without the mysterious Witch Tower space, he was basically just a commander with no troops.

  Under the effect of Tong Ling magic, the big trees around Yang Ling emitted strands of green life energy, gathering more and more. Slowly, a circle of faint green mist formed in the valley, growing thicker and thicker.

  Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Yang Ling's spiritual platform was clear and bright. The majestic heavenly energy and green life energy penetrated his body. Especially the fog-like green energy, which poured in like a tide, leaving no gap unentered.

  The majestic heavenly energy entered the body and quickly transformed into a violent blood-red witch power. Wherever it passed, the muscles violently expanded, then suddenly contracted, followed by another extreme expansion, repeating this cycle over and over again. At the same time, icy green energy rapidly caught up, gradually repairing the damaged tendons and veins that were destroyed by the witch power.

  As the green mist in the valley grew thicker, the green energy within Yang Ling also became more robust. If it was a winding small stream at first, now it was a long and turbulent river like the Yangtze River. Apart from repairing the damaged meridians by witchcraft, the excess green energy began to concentrate on the brow where the witch tower was located, accumulating more and more, compressing and compressing...

  Just as Yang Ling felt his head was about to explode from the intense green energy, the tower-shaped mark on his forehead suddenly began to violently pulse, its temperature rapidly rising until it became scorching hot like a superheated branding iron. Immediately following this, before he could even react, the surging green energy in the valley poured into the mysterious Witch Tower space through the tower-shaped mark on his forehead, flooding in like a tidal wave.

  Originally, the green mist in the valley was getting thicker and thicker, covering a wider and wider area. However, just as the green mist was about to overflow from the valley, it suddenly surged into Yang Ling's brow. It was as if the mighty flood had encountered a huge drainage outlet, or as if it had encountered an unfathomably deep bottomless pit.

  Slowly, the green mist in the valley became fainter and fainter. Not to mention the ubiquitous Mais grass, even the towering trees that were dozens of stories high no longer emitted a green life energy. At the same time, the originally abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth also dissipated into thin air.

  After an unknown period of time, a cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew over, and Yang Ling slowly came to.

  The internal Qi and life energy are clearly distinguished, one red and one green, forming two completely different rivers that flow in opposite directions along the same trajectory. What's even more wondrous is that even with eyes closed, one can clearly sense the wind blowing and grass moving within a radius of over a hundred paces, as if the surrounding trees had transformed into one's own ears and eyes.

  Fifty paces away, a group of foraging ants encountered several rolled-up caterpillars that had fallen from the trees, and swarmed up, dragging their struggling prey back and forth; outside the valley, a herd of migratory saiga antelopes swiftly migrated to the lower foothills, leaving behind a string of footprints on the snow-covered grassland; in the distance, some shrubs swayed in the cold wind, with withered leaves fluttering down one by one.....

  After opening his eyes to take a look around, Yang Ling gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again, dashing towards the nearby big tree. Relying on his senses, he jumped from one tree to another. Although his eyes were closed, each time he naturally found the best landing spot. Wherever the trees reached, there was a natural sense of intimacy, as if he had been living here since childhood.

  Are those tree spirits transformed into eyes? Could this be the secret behind the Tree Herders' extraordinary strength in the forest?

  Excited to discover this new ability, Yang Ling's heart moved, he sat cross-legged on the ground and sank his consciousness into the space where the Witch Tower was. Indeed, the mysterious space of the Witch Tower was much larger than before, and even the tower itself seemed to have grown bigger, with the patterns of tigers, leopards, and five-clawed golden dragons on its body becoming clearer.

  For a moment, he seemed to hear a faint dragon's hum, as if the five-clawed golden dragon on the pagoda was about to fly out.