Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1390: The Verdant Heatroot Token

Everyone understood immediately what he was regretting.

Had those two been here, their chances in the Immortal Fall would’ve risen to at least seventy percent.

Unfortunately, they had been missing for two years now. No matter how much everyone hoped, it was unlikely they would suddenly reappear.

Though the elders hadn’t said anything directly, most people had already guessed the truth.

After being swept away by a spatial rift, they were either dead—or trapped in some foreign world. How could they just show up again?

As everyone lamented this deep in their hearts, far away—ten thousand miles out—Amalia was flying rapidly toward them aboard flying boat.

When the Immortal Fall opened, she had sensed it.

But the sensation was extremely brief—vanishing in less than a minute.

Amalia suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that the Immortal Fall had just opened and then immediately closed again?

If that were true, would she still be able to enter once she arrived?

Amalia fixed her gaze ahead, her expression shifting unpredictably. At that moment, Wealth, who had been helping channel spiritual energy, suddenly lifted his furry little head.

"That feeling... feels familiar."

Amalia was startled. "Son, do you know about the Immortal Fall?"

Wealth shook his head, and just as she was feeling disappointed, he added, "I don’t know what the Immortal Fall is, but that aura—it’s a bit like the Spirit Garden."

Amalia responded quickly, "You mean the Spirit Garden of the Planting Fairy?"

Wealth replied, "Yes, yes, that’s the one! The Spirit Garden of the Planting Fairy. I think that’s what it’s called in my memory. The aura that just came out felt like the Spirit Garden opened for a moment—but then it shut again very quickly."

Amalia cut her response short and asked, "The Spirit Garden must be closed now. I need to get inside—do you know any way in?"

Wealth mumbled something under his breath, inaudible, "Let me think..."

"Hurry up and think—we’re almost there." Amalia was growing anxious, worried she wouldn’t make it in.

After a while, Wealth slapped his paws together. "Got it!"

He pulled something out from his treasure pouch.

"This is a magical artifact of the Planting Fairy. Though it’s a bit damaged, it still contains a trace of her mark. It should be able to open the Spirit Garden."

Amalia took the artifact and inspected it—it was a green wooden token.

"What kind of artifact is this?"

"This is the Verdant Heatroot Token—the Planting Fairy’s life-bound artifact. It’s incredibly powerful. It could suppress multiple opponents of the same level. Back then, I—I mean the Beast God—found it on the battlefield." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Amalia gave him a sideways glance. Now he wasn’t claiming to be the Beast God anymore?

"Then how do I use this Token?"

"Just activate it and throw it toward the Spirit Garden. Since it’s the Planting Fairy’s life-bound artifact, it’s the only key that can directly unlock the Spirit Garden."

The Verdant Heatroot Token still bore a trace of the Planting Fairy’s mark, so Amalia couldn’t refine it directly—but activating it posed no issue.

By this time, the flying boat had already reached the visible perimeter of the Immortal Fall.

Outside was a large, dark crowd—humans and devil clans, neatly separated.

The flying boat’s arrival quickly drew the attention of the powerful figures gathered there.

"Who is that? Who else is coming at this hour?" Everyone looked back and saw a flying boat approaching.

"The portal already closed a moment ago. Whoever’s on that flying boat must be joking."

Judging from its design, it looked like a human flying boat, and the devils mocked it mercilessly.

"Is there still a sect that hasn’t shown up yet?" disciples from some major sects asked, confused.

"No, everyone important has arrived. Probably just some minor faction."

"The spatial rift has already re-merged. Who knows when it’ll open again?" someone said, shaking their head. If only they’d come earlier.

Of course, they were happy to see more humans entering. As long as the devil clan didn’t gain an advantage, they didn’t care if others from lesser sects joined the expedition.

Amalia knew her flying boat had definitely drawn attention from both human and devil forces—but she didn’t care.

As the boat neared the trembling void, she tossed the Verdant Heatroot Token forward.

The powerful beings from both camps quickly noticed that the boat had no intention of slowing down.

Not only that—when only a thousand meters remained, it sped up even more, hurtling straight toward the boundary where the two spaces overlapped in the void.

"Are the people on that flying boat insane? They actually want to ram straight through?!"

Most people were stunned by the outrageous move of the flying boat.

What kind of absurd idea was this?

If the Spirit Garden of the Planting Fairy could simply be broken into by crashing through, they would’ve done so long ago. Didn’t they fear being torn apart by the twisted space?

"What a foolish humans. No wonder they’re even late for such a critical matter."

"Haha, if all humans were this dumb, we could take over the Mystic Void Continent without losing a single soldier."

The devils mocked them without restraint.

Just as everyone was reeling from the flying boat’s reckless act, a beam of light suddenly shot out from within the flying boat, heading straight for the edge of the Spirit Garden suspended in the void.

Rather than being deflected, the beam expanded several times in size upon striking the Spirit Garden’s boundary.

A green token hovered mid-air. Thunderous rumbling echoed as the surrounding space warped, and a mysterious white vortex abruptly formed in the sky.

"The Verdant Heatroot Token!"

The moment they saw the token, even the most powerful figures changed expressions.

Even the devils, in their studies of immortal realm artifacts, had heard of this name.

The Spirit Garden’s owner—the Planting Fairy—possessed the life-bound treasure known as the Verdant Heatroot Token, renowned far and wide. It was said to be powerful enough to suppress even an Immortal Lord.