I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

At the moment of finding the historical imprint, Lu Yuan gently closed his eyes, and blurry images appeared in his mind.

Blizzard!

The terrifying blizzard was the wildest roar of nature.

The sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and the originally clear blue had long since disappeared, replaced by a chaotic gray and white.

The cold wind, like sharp blades, howled and swept in, carrying dense snowflakes, crazily beating the ground. The "Snowflake Tree" swayed precariously on the snow, its branches scraping against the air with sharp sounds.

Lu Yuan was absorbed in this information, deeply immersed, even feeling the temperature coming from the air, and involuntarily shivered: "So cold!"

The blizzard lasted long, and eventually, the snowflake tree snapped with a "crack," its life coming to an end.

Lu Yuan was jolted out of the illusion realm.

"Was this the last moment of the big tree? Hmm..."

There's no way around it; compared to animals, the life of plants is still somewhat bland.

The once "Farmer No.1" Big Locust Valley, although the lowest level of the insect race, also had its own joys and sorrows, recording quite rich information in the end.

But this big tree, in the end, had only a tiny bit of survival instinct.

"No, this monotonous blizzard alone makes it still too difficult to generate a field." Lu Yuan frowned tightly.

The Master Craftsman is not omnipotent, after all. This mood and the "Spirit Plant Field" go in completely opposite directions, and no matter how skilled he is, forcibly picking the fruit will not taste sweet.

"Do I really have to take another path?"

Lu Yuan was not in a hurry, took a deep breath, and once again sensed the "blizzard" that had once occurred.

The visibility dropped to almost zero, and there was only a blurred white vortex in front of him, as if the entire world had been devoured by this storm. The wind roared like the growls of a beast, low and shocking, occasionally mixed with sharp screeches, making one shudder.

In this raging world, life seemed so insignificant.

Even more so... no life could survive!

Animals in the snow had long huddled into wind-sheltered corners, curling up their bodies, trying to withstand this merciless storm — but without exception, they were all frozen to death.

In a small tree hole of this big tree, there happened to be several squirrel-like creatures with thick fur, depending on each other for survival.

However, the temperature was just too low, and in this once-in-a-thousand-year blizzard, the squirrels huddled together, trembling, fearing in awe.

They died, turning into lifeless icy lumps.

Even this big tree fell, its trunk buried under the snow.

In this chaos, time seemed to lose its meaning, leaving only the roar of the wind and snow and the silence of the ice field, weaving into a silent song of the heavens and earth.

"Truly a disaster where all paths are erased... However, there is a place that can be utilized." Lu Yuan's consciousness bounced back to reality from the historical imprint.

He reached out his hand and rummaged in that small tree hole for a long time, finding a tuft of squirrel fur, with a bit of gray mixed in the white, lacking any luster — slightly touching it, several strands broke.

These little creatures were not even considered extraordinary life.

But history is so miraculous, the fate of squirrels and the fate of the big tree tightly interwoven.

"What on earth to do... Squirrels surely have a stronger will to survive, but only a tuft of fur remains. The tree only has a little survival instinct, unable to form a field at all."

"Could it be that I really have to use the alcohol element and hand in an imperfect answer?" Lu Yuan was a bit puzzled.

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Most of the onlookers were not craftsmen; they patiently waited for quite a while, as Lu Yuan did almost nothing, they soon couldn't help but whisper.

"Mr. Lu, when exactly does it begin?"

"Be patient."

"Ding dong~ Friends in need of drinks, please feel free to call me." Service robots offered free cola, Sprite, mineral water.

A few screens even started showing the latest movies to relieve the boredom of the crowd.

"You guys just don't get it, this is called observing the materials' luck, a meticulous task." Shu Gongye was smug now, after all, Lu Yuan would definitely give an answer. In the presence of a guaranteed bottom line, everyone wasn't worried.

The Rat Artisan, after all, is a stranger, must seize the opportunity to establish his position as senior disciple.

"Materials also have luck?" Sure enough, a craftsman took the bait, widening his eyes and asking.

"Inanimate objects certainly don't have luck, and the metal materials that are refined are actually all about the same, but as long as they are biological materials, they all have luck!"

"Their joys and emotions when alive, and the changes they make to the Pangu Continent all provide feedback to the materials themselves."

"Distinguishing the good from bad luck in these materials is a great knowledge, requiring rich experience and life sentiment... Corresponding techniques, we have naturally developed many as well."

"Field Industrialization", of course, couldn't publish all the knowledge. Many details are truly the underlying essence.

Thus, the craftsmen looked at him eagerly.

Shu Gongye raised his voice, more smugly: "I heard that some top craftsmen, unable to find materials that suit them, simply refined their own bodies, fusing all their luck and flesh."

"That legend is terrible, an ancient myth, the Swallowing Heaven Divine Pot, was born this way."

A craftsman with fangs stood up: "I have learned, may I ask how long it usually takes for Master Lu to create an item?"

"Well, it's about the same as normal craftsmen. More or less time, depends on whether the thinking is smooth."