The night was as black as ink, and all was silent.
Wu Heng sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, he felt that the sea of spiritual power within him, which had been fluctuating and unstable, was no longer like rootless duckweed, but instead had quietly planted itself in a vast and solid land.
From deep within his spiritual platform, a tender green sprout broke through the soil, brimming with vitality.
The sprout rapidly grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, roots spreading and branches stretching, connecting and merging with his body's meridians, as if reconstructing a whole new life framework within him.
In the blink of an eye, the sprout had grown into a towering giant tree, with majestic energy surging like river torrents, nourishing every inch of flesh and every wisp of soul.
He could clearly feel that even if his body suffered serious injury, he could be reborn again like an ancient tree experiencing spring.
