Once his soul entered a hole in the Soul Hive, Chen Lin immediately felt a warmth envelop him.
This warmth was not merely a temperature, but a wondrous sensation, somewhat like eating a Soul Steamed Bun, yet warmer and purer.
Within that sensation, his consciousness gradually weakened, until it finally fell silent.
Spring returned to the land, and all things awakened.
On a precipitous cliff face, a tender shoot squeezed out of a crack in the rock, basking in the warm sunlight as it slowly unfurled a leaf.
It was not green, but blue!
As time passed, the blue leaf grew larger and larger, and a golden line appeared on it.
Sixty years passed in a flash.
This Bluegrass remained on the cliff, weathering countless storms, yet it was extraordinarily resilient, and a second leaf grew.
Another sixty years passed, and a third leaf emerged.
Time flew like a shuttle, and over five hundred years slipped away in the blink of an eye.
Bluegrass had grown nine leaves, each bearing a golden line that shimmered with golden light.
One glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary plant.
One day, dark clouds filled the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
A thunderbolt struck the Bluegrass on the cliff, leaving it battered and broken.
Yet it remained unyielding, standing proud against the wind, defying heavenly might as it faced the second flash of lightning.
Deep within, it had a premonition that as long as it survived the lightning strikes, it would gain a new life.
So even when all its leaves were shattered, leaving it bare with only their golden lines remaining, and its main stem broke apart section by section, it still strained to stand straight, refusing to bend.
Through that sheer will, Bluegrass survived nine lightning tribulations