As Lin Ming used the soul as a medium and sent his intent, offering to use the power of his own soul to help it remove the negative emotions left by the Soul Emperor, the Bodhi ancient tree's gently swaying emerald body paused ever so slightly. Then it sent back a clear, mixed wave of thought filled with both joy and deep suspicion.
The joy naturally came from finally having a "person" understand the ancient, desolate pain it had endured, and clearly express a willingness to lend a hand.
It was an instinctive stirring, like finding a faint gleam of light in boundless darkness. Yet its suspicion was even heavier, even carrying a trace of instinctive dread.
At this time, in Lin Ming's perception, the Bodhi ancient tree's simple spiritual wisdom seemed to be weighing him.
That thought seemed to say that although it was by borrowing the resonance between him and the Bodhi seed that he was able to communicate with it beyond language, in the end, with his cultivation realm, he was still far too small before the vast, nearly eternal scale of the Bodhi ancient tree's life and the terrifying power that had once polluted it.
A mere Exalt!
Even that being who had fought with it and ultimately fallen had only barely broken open the Soul Emperor's black face. Before the Soul Emperor, the gap was like dust before the bright moon.
Now, he wanted to use such feeble soul power to purify the terrifying toxin that came from the Soul Emperor and had tormented it for endless years? No matter how one listened, it felt utterly absurd, almost ridiculous.
Thus, although the Bodhi ancient tree's spiritual wisdom was simple, it was not without the most basic common judgment. Almost immediately, it followed the ancient, deeply