Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Now, after the fight and collecting their crystal cores, everyone’s attention was back on that strange fungus, and they started appraising even more carefully.

The fungus’s cap was wide and undulating, with royal blue colors. Strange glimmering particles lazily floated out of the gills, like dreamy spots of light.

At the root of the mushroom, there grew a lush herb, some of whose leaves shone silver, and some of whose petals shone golden, faintly visible even in the shadows.

"These are third-level aether herbs!" Old Man Zhou exclaimed in a low voice, squatting down, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, "This is not an accidental lucky zone. This area... is fertile beyond imagination."

Xu Kai raised his eyebrows slightly: "No wonder those mutant ants nested here?"

Zhan Yifan nodded slowly and carefully removed a piece of soil: "The soil here is full of residual energy. This is a treasure land that most alchemists rarely encounter in their lifetime..."

One by one, the survivors put down their backpacks and joined in, carefully digging herbs and putting them into bags. Even those who knew little about herbs saw the importance of it from Old Man Zhou’s expression.

It was like discovering a treasure.

From the initial panic collection to the collective cooperation later, they cleaned the grass roots and found clean water to rinse the roots. Some people even found old cloths to wrap the delicate flowers. This is not just for survival.

It is also hope.

"This feels a little warm!" A teenager shouted, "Does it smell like... honey?"