Song Shuhang slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, he had gained the air of something weathered by the years—the Wooden Body's branches had grown impossibly dense. Under the influence of the Time Avenue, he was once again working hard to make the world greener, breathing in carbon dioxide and releasing oxygen and spiritual energy.
We cultivators should have the spirit of great trees, contributing to the world.
Working tirelessly without complaint, shouldering every hardship, eating soil and breathing carbon dioxide, bearing sweet fruit and exhaling fragrant spiritual energy and oxygen.
To make this world a better place, even my branches can be cut off, without resentment or regret.
As Song Shuhang moved, a sound like wind sweeping through a forest rang out.
His head, buried among the branches, seemed to have returned to nature...
As his body swayed, the Temporal Spell the Heavenly Emperor had cast on him happened to dissipate.
Although Demon Emperor Hezhi's "power" was still being forcibly poured into him, it could no longer cause any trouble. The remaining energy was only a little fruit and dessert after a meal. Song Shuhang could even expend it simply by repeatedly unleashing a hundred consecutive casts of the Blade-Nourishing Art.
Demon Emperor Hezhi's malicious scheme had ended in utter failure.
If he hadn't been trying to keep a low profile, Song Shuhang would have been making a scene under Demon Emperor Hezhi's "friend-circle post" right then.
Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. I'll jot this down in my little notebook for now. Once I advance from the Seventh Grade to the Eighth Grade and truly make my manifestation before all, I'll bring it out to stab Demon Emperor Hezhi right in the heart, Song Shuhang thought.
Twisting the knife beneath a "friend-circle post" would only give