"Boss! Boss, come look!"
Peony's transmission woke Wang Jixuan from meditation.
His Immortal Sense swept over the area, and he could not help letting out a surprised sound. He flew out of the Pharaoh's Coffin lying horizontally in the corner of the hall.
When he first left the coffin, Wang Jixuan was only the size of a firefly. The next instant, he returned to his normal size.
A closer look inside the coffin revealed countless tiny buildings—pavilions, terraces, flowing streams, and courtyards. Everything was exquisitely made, every detail thoughtfully arranged.
—This was where Wang Jixuan had once been trapped, then cultivated for several thousand years.
Daoist Wang flickered several times and silently arrived beside Little Hua Ting and Peony.
At Peony's request, Little Hua Ting closed her eyes and concentrated, then turned and began to sing. Her beautiful voice rode the breeze into their ears, leaving Wang Jixuan refreshed and delighted.
He almost wanted to fetch a little stool and sit here listening for hours.
Little Hua Ting's simple, comfortable long dress swayed gently in the wind.
The withered branches before her rapidly regained their vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Wang Jixuan's eyes lit up at the sight.
How had she done that?
He raised his Sword Finger, lightly traced a spell seal, and carefully sensed the area. He soon discovered that Little Hua Ting's song contained a mysterious Dao rhythm, one that seemed capable of resonating with the Great Dao of Water.
Water benefited all things and nourished azure wood, thus stirring the vitality hidden within this divine tree.
The spiritual energy in the secret realm was also gathering toward this place.
This spiritual energy had not been drawn in by Little Hua Ting, but by the Fusang Divine Wood.
Having understood the connection, Daoist