The Nine-Colored Bodhi had been praised as something almost miraculous.
They said that even a pig, if fortunate enough to swallow one,
could instantly shed its beastly nature, awaken its spiritual awareness, and develop a penetrating aptitude rivaling the prodigies of the Nine Provinces.
But rumors were only rumors. Besides, given the habits of cultivators, any heavenly treasure with even a little efficacy would be exaggerated, embellished, and praised to the skies.
And his master was no pig.
Although his cultivation was now completely lost and his soul clouded,
the breadth of his consciousness sea and the weight of his soul were far beyond those of ordinary living beings.
No one could say how much good this Nine-Colored Bodhi would actually do.
Still.
There was little point in fretting over every possibility.
Now that they had finally obtained it after countless hardships, a single attempt would tell them whether it worked.
With that thought,
Chu Tiange hesitated no longer. He drew a deep breath and gathered his focus.
He strode to the bedside and moved gently, supporting the back of the old man's neck with one hand while holding the Nine-Colored Bodhi between two fingers of the other, carefully placing it into Qin Zhisui's slightly parted mouth.
The Bodhi melted the instant it entered his mouth.
Within a few breaths, it became a wisp of nine-colored light and slid down his throat.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the old man lying on the bed.
A moment later,
a faint halo flowed across Qin Zhisui's aged face.
The light spread like ripples before finally passing through the point between his brows and disappearing into the depths of his mind.
At the same time,
Qin Zhisui slowly opened his eyes.
Much of the madness had actually receded from his