251: A new era is dawning, and the Qingtian Base is thriving.

"Since your era has ended, there's no need for you to reappear." Tang Ping sent the White-haired Elder, who was fighting against the three major power leaders, flying.

The White-haired Elder's eyes were filled with intense hatred as he watched the grotesque and gigantic venomous insects surge out of the mist, and his clansmen being devoured until nothing remained but bones. He laughed madly, his voice filled with pain: "Hahahahaha, humans, one day you will all meet the same end as us! The same end! Eras change, and no race ever prospers forever!"

The light in the White-haired Elder's eyes quickly dimmed, and behind him, other young and strong White-Haired People were being hunted by the venomous insects.

A toad, as large as a small mountain, opened its mouth and shot out its tongue, coiling a White-Haired Person into its belly. A centipede's venomous fangs, like a python's, pierced another White-Haired Person, whose face immediately turned purple and he fell to the ground, twitching. One by one, grotesque and gigantic venomous insects attacked the White-Haired People.

With the situation decided, Tang Ping, along with the others, killed the White-haired Elders one by one. After only one White-haired Elder remained, Miao Qingshi appeared, carrying the head of the White-haired Great Elder.

The last White-haired Elder, heartbroken, spewed out a mouthful of blood: "Great Elder! Ah ah ah ah! All of you, go to hell!"

The Great Elder was the only one in their clan who inherited the highest Mystical Art from their bloodline. As long as the Great Elder lived, they had hope of rising again.

But now, everything was gone, like a dream. Ten thousand years of dormancy, and in the end, it was all for naught. The last White-haired Elder's tears fell, and he laughed loudly before swallowing his Mist Spirit.

"Get out of the way quickly!" Tang Ping's expression changed.

With a thunderous boom, the earth shook for more than ten minutes before finally settling down. All that remained was a hundred-meter-wide deep pit, with trickles of water flowing out of the cracks in the ground, gradually gathering at the bottom of the pit.

Miao Qingshi arrived: "Clear out the remaining White-Haired People."

Tang Ping nodded: "Not a single one left, to eliminate future troubles permanently."

Three days later, new houses were built on the river valley plain, and wisps of smoke curled upwards. Many people had joy on their faces, clearly indicating some great happy event.

"Hey, Old Zhao, how many mu of land did you get?"

"Hahahaha, I'm just a Level 3 D-class Talent User. I got a few dozen mu estate over in Nanshan. In a couple of months, I plan to plant Mist Fruit. Then I won't have to venture out anymore; guarding this estate will be enough for my descendants to live comfortably."

"Congratulations, congratulations! My strength is similar to yours, but I was a bit luckier. I participated in the encirclement and suppression of the White-Haired People and got the first kill of an adult White-Haired Person. Now, I have a hundred mu estate in Pingan Valley, but I plan to plant medicinal herbs."

"Pingan Valley, that's a good place, congratulations, old brother."

"Hehe, yesterday I went back to Qingtian Base and saw a few cowards who deserted. Hehe, I told them then, and they didn't believe me. They're probably green with envy now."

"Indeed. Those who stayed, even if they didn't do anything like Old Zhao, still got dozens of mu of estate. If they plant Mist Fruit later, they'll be landlords, big or small. Why would they need to fight for their lives like those others?"

"Hehe, what's the use of envy? The base hasn't even settled accounts with those ingrates yet. They kindly spent a lot of experience stones to awaken their Talents, and then after enjoying good food and drink here for more than ten days, they just packed up and ran. Where in the world is there such a good thing?"

"Exactly! And let me tell you, there were even Talent Users today who shamelessly came to ask for land."

"Damn, there are people that shameless?"

"Indeed! Their thick skin could rival the city walls we built."

"So what happened? What was the outcome?"

"The Chief was merciful and didn't take their lives. He just confiscated their Shelters and exiled them to Hanqing River to salvage Mist Spirit Mussel pearls. After ten years, they'll be free again."

"The Chief is magnanimous," the person next to him praised, but thinking of Hanqing River, he couldn't help but shiver. The river water there was bone-chillingly cold. Ordinary people, let alone salvaging mussel pearls, would probably lose half their lives just swimming a lap. Although Talent Users had Exotic Energy to protect their bodies, they wouldn't fare much better.

At this moment, Tang Ping was leisurely fishing, with a large section of wood under his feet. Though called wood, its true identity was merely a tiny branch of a large tree. Tang Ping was continuously absorbing the Source of Flora within it.

As the Mystic Light of Flora drew upon these Sources of Flora, the Mystical Art itself underwent a transformation. Moreover, those Sources of Flora caused a subtle change in Tang Ping's body, and a mysterious aura began to emanate from him.

With the appearance of that aura, the green grass by the river grew madly, quickly submerging Tang Ping.

"It's done." Tang Ping opened his eyes and brought up his panel. His original Mystic Light of Flora Mystical Art had now become the Child of Nature.

"It really transformed into what that White-haired Elder called the Child of Nature."

"Tree Spirit Clan." Tang Ping's eyes flickered. This race was clearly like the Wuxiao Tribe, both powerful races from the previous era. He just didn't know if they still existed now.

His gaze fell on the hundred-meter-long branch beneath his feet. This giant piece of wood had now become like rotten wood, weathered for a hundred years, and was badly damaged.

He had completely devoured the Source of Flora from the ancient azure ancient wood within it. Through these Sources of Flora, his body had also undergone some changes, becoming seemingly very close to flora. When used in conjunction with the Child of Nature Mystical Art, it could maximize the power of the Mystical Art.

Tang Ping felt his Mystical Art. Through this absorption, his understanding of this Mystical Art had far surpassed his other Mystical Arts, even reaching the level of preliminary instruction. However, what he could teach was only the subordinate Mystical Art of the Child of Nature, which was his previous Mystic Light of Flora. His understanding of other parts was not yet sufficient.

"It seems the Child of Nature hasn't reached its upper limit yet. It's a pity that the ordinary Sources of Flora from these azure ancient wood can no longer satisfy me," Tang Ping mused to himself.

"Tang Ping! Where are you?!"

"Here." Tang Ping flew out of the grass.

Li Tianheng rushed over: "Tang Ping, there's a Mussel King in Hanqing River. This thing can actually purify contamination! Sister Miao wants you and me to go dig it out and move it to the source of Qianxi River. Then, for a hundred li downstream, we won't have to worry about the contamination of Qianxi River's water, and we can even charge other bases for water."

"Mussel King?" Tang Ping nodded, also curious about what this thing was. But since it could purify an entire river's water, he wondered if there were many. If there were, he'd have to ask Sister Miao for one.

"Okay, lead the way."