His spiritual power was like an invisible net, capturing and filtering these life particles, which, once entering his body, transformed into a special life energy guiding the flow to the seed in his palm.
Suddenly, Cang Fu felt a faint pulsation, like a heartbeat, yet like a breath.
He knew that was the seed's response.
The seed's shell began to tremble slightly, its surface patterns gradually lighting up, emitting a faint green glow.
Cang Fu did not relax, focusing even more on injecting life energy into the seed.
At this moment, the seed's shell slowly cracked, and a tender green sprout tip emerged from the thin crevice.
The sprout tip was delicate and soft, like a newborn baby, carrying a fragile yet tenacious life force.
It swayed gently, as if probing the surrounding environment.
As Cang Fu's spiritual power continued to deplete, life energy kept pouring in.
The sprout tip grew rapidly, its stem gradually thickened, and the leaves unfolded one by one.
