The first current of origin brushed his palm and was divided into dozens of streams by the mycelium. Ji Yuan did not pull outward. Every root tip bent in the direction of the sacrifice, intercepting the main flow only as the power entered the body.
Tang San's chest arched upward.
The moment the red light touched his skin, his outstretched arms finally gained the strength to close, yet his embrace remained empty. Only soul power kept pouring in through the front of his clothes.
"Xiao Wu, I caught it! Did you hear me? I can catch it. Stop sending more out!"
"Don't move, Third Brother. Follow the soul power. Don't fight it."
"I'm not fighting it. Just tell me where you are first. Why can't I touch you?"
Following the voices, Ji Yuan located the source of the sacrifice. Xiao Wu's remaining spirit was still sustaining the transfer, her attention to the recipient far exceeding her concern for herself.
That was enough.
The main root retracted toward the core, carrying the first intercepted batch of power into the Ambrosial Arbor. Dark gold patterns lit up one after another, pushing the incompletely digested immortal herb origin to the periphery.
The hundred-thousand-year origin occupied the innermost position.
"Don't look for me, Brother. Release your martial soul first. Give the soul power somewhere to go."
"The Blue Silver Grass is right here. I've released it. Can you use it to come back?"
"Don't interrupt it. It'll hurt me, Third Brother. Please, just this once."
Tang San withdrew the hand he had reached toward the red light. Ji Yuan felt his host relax his restraint over his meridians, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill began running along its familiar route, attempting to draw in the power of the sacrifice.
The mycelium had long since occupied