Perhaps because the Void Dragon Vine had been personally cultivated by Ying Wu, or perhaps because she had long since formed a spirit beast contract with it, the Void Dragon Vine was remarkably affectionate toward Ying Wu. The roots beneath its trunk lifted slightly, repeatedly reaching out to touch her.
Ying Wu's face filled with disgust as she hurriedly retreated several yards.
"Don't touch me! Your roots are covered in dirt."
Like a scolded child, the Void Dragon Vine's nine tentacles no longer brandished their claws and fangs. They drooped at once, while its roots curled back in.
"Go take root in the ravine yourself!" Ying Wu's stern voice rang out again.
As soon as she finished speaking, the Void Dragon Vine obediently drifted slowly toward the ravine below the mountain.
The moment it landed in the ravine, its roots turned sharp as steel needles, effortlessly piercing the hard rock and extending deep underground.
Neither Song Wen nor Ying Wu knew how far its roots had spread. Their depth had long exceeded the range of their divine senses.
"Consider yourself obedient for once." At last, a hint of praise entered Ying Wu's voice.
The Void Dragon Vine's nine tentacles immediately began waving again, constantly tearing through the omnipresent Source Qi with a whistling roar.
The churned Source Qi did not disperse in all directions. Instead, it was drawn by an invisible force toward the nine tentacles, where it was absorbed.
The Void Dragon Vine's trunk suddenly began emitting cyan spiritual light.
The light was not particularly brilliant, yet it was exceedingly conspicuous amid the pitch-black Source Qi. Wisps of aura also drifted out from the trunk.
Ying Wu flew to the side of the trunk and reached out to grasp those wisps of aura.
Naturally, she could not hold them,