Seeing this utterly extraordinary little tree, Ye Xuan recognized its origin at once.
When Burial King Huo Heng saw Ye Xuan's gaze settle on that immortal herb, his heart immediately tightened.
He hurriedly spoke up, afraid that the Heavenly Emperor might misunderstand and forcibly seize it.
"Heavenly Emperor, this herb is exceedingly sinister. It is one of the Dharma bodies formed when that supreme powerhouse divided his body into six." Burial King Huo Heng spoke with a trace of helplessness. "Someone plotted against him, and this hot potato ended up here. It is a disaster, not a blessing."
Burial King Han Zhuo hurriedly added, "Heavenly Emperor, you must not act rashly. That powerhouse sleeps within the immortal herb. The little man we see is merely one breath of his. His true body breathes within the herb. He lingered here to copy the various Dao Fruits of the world, record all laws, and comprehend them. Should he grow enraged, it will surely be stone-shattering and heaven-shocking."
Though Ye Xuan listened to the two Burial Kings' explanation, his steps did not stop. He walked straight toward the little tree.
"The one who sells fake medicine." Ye Xuan's voice was calm, carrying a trace of nostalgia. "I know more about his background than either of you."
Yet the instant Ye Xuan drew near, a sudden change erupted.
The little man seated beneath the tree in meditation abruptly ceased his movements.
Shrouded in white mist, he appeared exceedingly hazy. He raised his head, and unprecedented, astonishing brilliance suddenly burst from his tiny eyes as he stared fixedly at Ye Xuan before him.
Then, the little tree swayed, scattering even more essence that poured over the little man.
The little man swiftly grew larger, soon becoming the height of an ordinary person.
The little tree,