As that stream of information poured into Lin Ming's mind, he slowly closed his eyes, focused his spirit, calmed his qi, and began doing all he could to digest this vast flood of memories that came from the ancient Bodhi tree and spanned endless years.
This current of information was vast and ancient. It contained fragments of memory preserved by the ancient tree, the pain it had felt when it was invaded, the long erosion of years, and countless silent drops of emotion and wisdom tangled with negative feelings...
Only after a long while did Lin Ming slowly open his eyes again.
At that moment, there was a profound understanding in his eyes, a sudden clarity, and a trace of awe toward the creations of heaven and earth and the mysteries of the ancient past.
By digesting this information, Lin Ming learned that this Bodhi ancient tree before him had existed for an extremely long time. Its age could be traced back to the ancient history of this continent, and it might even be older still.
No one knew how many millions of years of sun-and-moon essence and heaven-and-earth spiritual energy it had absorbed. Its body was enormous beyond compare, hiding a life force and heavenly dao rhythm that surpassed imagination.
However, perhaps precisely because its origin was too vast and pure, and its nature too close to the laws of heaven and earth themselves, even after accumulating an almost limitless span of years, it still had not been able to evolve complete, independent spiritual intelligence as clearly as some demonic beasts or wondrous objects of heaven and earth.
It only possessed some of the most basic spiritual instincts—such as sensing danger, protecting itself, approaching auras of the same source, and instinctively counterattacking when attacked...
Its "consciousness" was more like