"Feng Chun."
In the Annihilation Sect's residence, Wu Wang's dwelling.
A withered potted plant sat in front of Wu Wang. Within it wafted strands of peculiar Dao Rhymes, and on its originally dead branches, two green buds sprouted.
The few people gathered around praised it continuously.
Immortal Mu had a flash of inspiration, took the potted plant, and pointed at the square stool.
Wu Wang closed his eyes and focused. His fingers lightly tapped a few times on the square stool. After waiting quietly for a while, a cluster of tender shoots appeared on the stool. These shoots rapidly grew branches, formed flower buds, and bloomed into a small pristine white flower.
Ling Xiaolan praised, "The Divine Arts are indeed somewhat different from our methods of cultivation."
"In essence, they are actually the same."
