Although his original body was immensely gifted, compared to freedom, it was nothing worth fussing over.
Watching the figure of the Tongtian Giant Tree vanish, Ye Lin let out a helpless sigh. What a pitiful soul. From the moment it gained sentience, it had lost its freedom. There were many such pitiful souls in this world.
But there was nothing to be done about it. One could only say that its fate was poor.
Amid wave after wave of tremors, the barrier before Ye Lin began to disperse, and roots started returning to the places where they belonged.
Then, one root picked up the seed and delivered it before Ye Lin.
After taking the seed, Ye Lin looked around, bent at the waist in a bow, and then walked out of the tree's heart.
The Tongtian Giant Tree had lived for so many years; it could be considered his senior, so a bow was only proper. And what he held in his hand was the Tongtian Giant Tree's hope.
This was something into which the Tongtian Giant Tree had poured the efforts of its entire life. Its hope was preserved within, making Ye Lin feel its weight heavily in his hands.
Though it had been somewhat uneasy throughout the process, in the end, the Tongtian Giant Tree had still chosen to trust him.
After glancing at the Tongtian Giant Tree behind him, Ye Lin vanished.
Once he found a cave, Ye Lin began cultivating in seclusion. He intended to place the seed within his sea of consciousness and nourish it with his divine soul.
As for searching for treasures? Ye Lin believed his gains were already rich enough. A single low-grade immortal-tier martial skill alone put him ahead of ninety-nine percent of those who had entered this secret realm.
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