Dusk soaked the Small Courtyard as Chen An splashed the murky water from a clay basin—mixed with oil slicks and vegetable scraps—over the roots of the Willow Tree.
The water seeped into the scorched black soil. Willow Branch trembled gently in the evening breeze, its fresh tender leaves curled like sparrows' tongues, while a silvery sheen flowed along their edges like moonlight.
He was utterly unaware that, deep within the tree's core, that thread of nascent spiritual intelligence was, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, weaving Chaos Dao Charm into every breath.
At midnight, all was silent beneath the bright moon. Its clear radiance streamed like silk, bathing heaven and earth in silver-white. The Willow Tree in the corner of the courtyard had reached the crucial moment of its transformation.
The pale green luminous mist that had merely drifted around the Willow Tree suddenly thickened into liquid, like living spring water. No longer did it spread freely; instead, it coiled and rose swiftly along the branches like spiritual serpents!
The Golden Thread veins in the leaves answered the summons, erupting with blazing brilliance all at once, as though molten gold flowed through the branches and foliage. This ultimate vitality and radiance seemed to shake the celestial phenomena.
The moonlight flowing high in the sky was gathered and refined by an invisible force, condensing into a dazzling mercury-like stream visible to the naked eye. It descended from the ninth heavens and poured, with flawless precision, into the luxuriant canopy!
At the same time, deep underground, the pulse of that speck of silver light at the core of the withered roots became powerful and steady, like the heartbeat of a slumbering colossal beast finally awakening. With every pulse—
The pale-gold spiritual pattern network within the tree core spread and expanded at an