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The night in the desert is as cold as iron.

But tonight, the heart of the Taklamakan Desert is bustling with activity.

The black soil, transformed by the Breath of the Soil, is like a huge, greedy mouth, quietly waiting to be fed.

Chen Xi stood in front of the newly built makeshift greenhouse, with dozens of ordinary bags of seeds in front of him.

Those are native Chinese soybeans, and also cold-resistant rice brought in from Northeast China.

It contains no genetic modification; it's the purest kind of seed that old farmers have been growing for thousands of years.

"Bring me the Shennong original liquid," Chen Xi ordered.

The engineers quickly brought over buckets of a light blue-green liquid.

That was water diluted from the leaves of that Primordial Spirit Tree.

"Soaking seeds".

The seeds were poured into the bucket with a splash.

The moment they came into contact with the liquid, the shriveled seeds seemed to be greeted by rain after a long drought, emitting an extremely faint "sizzling" sound.

They were frantically devouring that enormous life force.

Ten minutes later.

Chen Xi grabbed a handful of seeds.

The originally hard seed coat has cracked, revealing the plump embryo inside that looks like it's about to burst open.

Each seed was faintly glowing with a layer of fluorescence.

"sowing."

With Chen Xi's command.

Hundreds of seeders roared into this newly born black soil.

The seeds were scattered on the earth.

It's like hope being buried deep in one's heart.

When the last seed is planted.

Chen Xi looked up at the sky.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the air was so dry that there wasn't even a single cloud in sight.

"It's going to rain."

Chen Xi took out the Heavenly River Rain-Gathering Talisman.

As Chen Xi gently stroked the cool jade surface with his fingers, he silently recited a mantra that the Jade Emperor had taught him.

"Imperial edict."

He casually tossed the jade talisman into the air.

There was no thunder or lightning.

There was no strong wind.

The jade talisman transformed into a streak of light in the air and instantly disappeared into the sky.

Followed by.

A damp breeze suddenly arose out of nowhere.

Li Guobang reached out and felt a drop of cold liquid fall into his palm.

"rain?"

He stared at his palm in disbelief.

In the heart of the desert where rainfall is almost zero this year, it actually rained?

Splash!

The rain intensified instantly.

That wasn't ordinary rainwater.

The raindrops carried an extremely rich spiritual energy, the essence of the Heavenly Court and the Milky Way, the holy water that had nourished the Peach Garden.

The rainwater falls on the black soil and is not washed away, but is instantly absorbed by the soil and seeds.

"Look! Look at the field!"

A young soldier pointed to the distant farmland and screamed in terror.

Li Guobang suddenly turned his head.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The black soil is wriggling.

Countless tender green seedlings broke through the soil and grew upwards at a speed that defied the common sense of biology.

jointing.

Leaves emerge.

Divide into sections.

The sounds of growth, when combined, sounded like a grand symphony.

Click... Click...

That was the roar of life breaking free of its shackles.

Overnight.

The world changes.

The next morning.

A helicopter bearing the logo of the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations (FAO) is slowly flying towards the heart of the Taklamakan Desert.

Inside the cabin sat Dr. Smith, the West's leading agricultural scientist.

He was dressed in a smart suit, holding a coffee in his hand, with an air of arrogance and disdain on his face.

"These Chinese people insisted on inviting us to visit some kind of 'desert agriculture'."

Smith shrugged at his assistant beside him, his tone mocking.

"This is a complete waste of my time."

"Without our pest-resistant genes and our special fertilizers, what can they possibly grow in this godforsaken place?"

"A cactus? Hahaha!"

The assistant also smiled ingratiatingly: "Doctor, they probably want us to lift the lockdown, and they're just creating this commotion."

"Then let them beg."

Smith snorted and looked out the window at the endless yellow sand.

"I want them to know that without Western technology, they wouldn't even have enough to eat. This is a lesson, and also a..."

Smith's voice suddenly stopped.

It felt like someone was choking me.

The helicopter had just rolled over a huge sand dune.

What should have been a desolate yellow field of vision was, in an instant, completely filled with an intense, almost blinding green.

"My God..."

Smith's coffee cup slipped from his hand, and the scalding liquid spilled onto his trousers, but he was completely unaware.

He was pressed against the porthole, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

below.

It was a green ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The soybean leaves are as thick as palm fans, and the pods hang densely on the branches, each as thick as a baby's arm.

The rice plants grew taller than the sorghum, their golden ears hanging heavily, creating waves of gold in the wind.

This is hardly a crop.

This is practically a prehistoric forest!

"This...this is impossible..."

Smith's lips trembled, and he spoke incoherently.

"This is an illusion...it must be a mirage!"

"How could something like this possibly grow in the desert?! Even the Amazon rainforest doesn't have this kind of vitality!"

The helicopter landed slowly.

Chen Xi and Li Guobang had been waiting for a long time.

Chen Xi, wearing a simple windbreaker, stood in front of the wheat fields that seemed to dye the sky green.

Behind him stood giant rice plants, each reaching two meters in height.

Smith stumbled and jumped off the plane, rushing to the edge of the field.

Like a madman, he reached out and plucked a bean pod.

Peel it open.

The soybeans rolled out, each one round and plump, emitting an enticing fragrance, and were three times larger than ordinary genetically modified soybeans.

"It's fake...it's all fake..."

Smith knelt on the ground, holding the beans, his faith crumbling.

"What kind of technology is this? What kind of technology is this?!"

He looked up, staring intently at Chen Xi, his eyes filled with fear.

"This is the kind of native Chinese you look down on."

Chen Xi stepped forward and looked down at the once arrogant Western expert.

His voice was calm, yet it was like a thunderclap, exploding in Smith's ears.

"Mr. Smith, you just said that without your technology, we can only feed pigs?"

Chen Xi bent down and took the bean back from Smith's hand.

I gently blew off the dust.

"Excuse me."

"From today onwards, those genetically modified seeds that you are so proud of..."

"They're not even worthy of feeding our pigs."

Li Guobang stood aside, watching this scene unfold.

He looked at the green wonder swaying in the wind, and at the Western authorities kneeling on the ground, trembling.

The old man, whose hair had turned white from worrying about the country's food security, suddenly turned his back.

His shoulders were heaving violently.

He didn't want anyone to see his tears.

But he knew.

This battle.

China not only won.

Moreover, they won for generations to come, and a legend was born.

This green ocean is the most deadly dagger stuck in the heart of Western hegemony.