Ye Jingcheng naturally did not know that a pair of eyes in the sky had once watched him.
At this moment, after his initial shock, he grew increasingly calm.
He began to observe the locust tree seriously, watching its branches reach into the void, watching special patterns outline themselves on each leaf, watching streams of spiritual light flow in...
Compared to observing ordinary grasses and trees, Ye Jingcheng discovered that this spiritual tree seemed more and more similar to his Mysterious Heaven Spirit Vine.
That also gave him a particular thought: the Mysterious Heaven Spirit Vine might very well be a kind of true spirit.
After all, within the Mysterious Heaven Spirit Vine, there were living beings, spirit fruits, and special Mysterious Heaven spirit treasures.
Because of this, Ye Jingcheng observed even more carefully. After all, Peachwood had once gained quite a few benefits from the Mysterious Heaven Spirit Vine.
At this moment, his own comprehension had only added to his application of wood-attribute spiritual energy.
But if Peachwood or the Cangwu Tree demon were allowed to sense it, perhaps they might gain other benefits as well.
He could even let the Mysterious Heaven Spirit Vine observe it in the future.
Therefore, he committed all the breathing methods of the locust spiritual tree before him to memory.
Only, his memory, which normally forgot nothing it had seen, became extremely forgetful at this moment.
One breath ago, he remembered everything perfectly clearly; by the next breath, it had already blurred.
This troubled him greatly.
He had no choice but to memorize it again and again, while forming spiritual needles inside his body and, under the cover of his Daoist robe, carving them onto his skin.
One bloody pattern after another was left behind.
Recording it with a jade slip might make