The gathered green motes floated above his palm. Then he extended his other hand and lightly touched them.
A ripple seemed to spread through the air.
When the ripple reached the green motes, it was as though it had shattered a shell around them. The motes suddenly shrank, yet their radiance grew even brighter.
These motes were, in truth, the most refined essence of true spirit power within the "green tree." After shrinking, though the total amount of true spirit power had decreased, its pure, crystalline quality became far more apparent.
"So by impure, he meant that the energy within the true spirit power was mixed?" Grewu finally understood what that earlier remark—"truly impure"—had meant.
But after understanding, Grewu fell into fresh confusion.
In its understanding, the enormous tree before it, formed from true spirit power, possessed energy so pure it could practically be absorbed directly. Even the energy within Grewu's own body was likely less pure than this true spirit power. Yet in the eyes of that golden-haired figure, this energy was still impure?
Grewu thought to itself that there truly was a reason he had become so immensely powerful.
As Grewu was marveling, the golden-haired figure suddenly turned around and looked over.
His gaze was calm and silent, yet it made Grewu lower its head without realizing it.
Soft footsteps sounded by its ear.
Grewu knew that the golden-haired figure was approaching. It felt both a flicker of excitement and a fear of the unknown.
What was he coming over for? What did he base his judgment of friend and foe on? I'm a demon too—would he kill me as well?
Just as Grewu was trembling with unease, it suddenly heard the footsteps stop.
It furtively lifted its head for a glance, only to see that the golden-haired