The Nine-Colored Bodhi had been praised as something utterly miraculous.
They said that even a pig, if fortunate enough to swallow one,
could instantly shed its bestial nature, awaken its spiritual perception, and develop a clear, insightful root of wisdom to rival the prodigies of the Nine Provinces.
But rumors were rumors. Besides, given the habits of cultivators everywhere, any heavenly treasure with even a little efficacy would be exaggerated, embellished, and praised to the skies.
And his master was no pig.
Though his cultivation was now completely lost and his soul clouded,
the breadth of his sea of consciousness and the weight of his soul were far beyond those of ordinary living beings.
No one could say just how much good this Nine-Colored Bodhi would do.
Still,
there was little point in fretting over every possibility.
Since they had finally obtained it after countless hardships, they would know whether it worked once they tried it.
With that thought,
Chu Tiange hesitated no longer. He took a deep breath and gathered his focus.
He strode to the bedside. Moving gently, he lifted the back of the old man's neck slightly with one hand, while holding the Nine-Colored Bodhi between two fingers of the other, carefully placing it in Qin Zhisui's slightly parted mouth.
The Bodhi melted the moment 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 glow flowed across Qin Zhisui's aged face.
The glow spread like ripples, then finally slipped through the center of his brow and vanished deep into his mind.
At the same time,
Qin Zhisui slowly opened his eyes.
Much of the madness had