The Willow Tree's Spiritual Intelligence First Awakens
As dusk closed in, Chen An splashed the last half-bucket of dishwater over the willow tree's roots.
The water flowed over the charred roots and seeped into the cracked earth. The murky water, mixed with grease and vegetable scraps, shimmered beneath the moonlight with a faint amber glow.
He turned and returned to the courtyard. The instant the wooden door creaked shut, an unnoticed transformation quietly began deep within the willow tree—
Like a parched behemoth, its roots greedily sucked in the Chaos Spirit Liquid steadily seeping into the soil.
The pure spiritual qi contained in the remnants of Fairy Crane Grass juice, the bitter medicinal properties settled within old dandelion roots, and even the tiny particle of Chaos Dao Charm within the clay of the earthenware pot fused and stirred with the Chaos spiritual qi quietly leaking from the Safe Zone. In the end, they became a warm, gentle, yet surging current that rushed irresistibly upward through the long-dried network of woody fibers, spreading farther and farther.
Deep underground, within the core of the withered roots—once pitch-black, deathly still, and hard as iron—a silver gleam the size of a grain of rice suddenly lit up without warning! The light was pure and cold, like the first star kindled in an endless night.
Then, as though a heart had resumed beating, it began to brighten and dim in a steady, ancient rhythm. Each flash seemed to send invisible ripples of life trembling outward.
With every pulse of that silver gleam, newborn power spread outward. Wherever the silver light passed, the scorched, carbonized wood seemed to be stroked by an invisible hand. Its deathly aura swiftly faded, replaced by pale golden patterns of light brimming with strange vitality. Like a network of newborn blood