As a boy, Jiang Yang had always read the Compendium of Ancient Mythological Tales as mythology, saving it specifically to pass the time.
The word "tales" in its title alone meant that little of it could be taken as truth.
Moreover, this volume had been compiled by later generations, making its bizarre stories even harder to verify. Jiang Yang had therefore read them merely as entertaining curiosities, never imagining that one day he would actually encounter something from them.
The Great Dream Immortal Chun Tree...
Granted, this was only a chun tree Spirit Seed, certainly no match for the Divine Wood at its prime. Yet with such origins, Jiang Yang hardly dared imagine how exalted a sword grown from it might be.
Now the Spirit Seed had come alive within the Qi Sea of his Pill field, taking root and sprouting. With the Dark Void Sword-Seed Art to guide him, he needed only to follow its steps.
The inheritance ended, and his consciousness abruptly rose. Jiang Yang opened his eyes to find Bai Tang standing beside him. A smile spread across his face as he said:
"Senior Bai, I succeeded. The Spirit Seed has revived."
Seeing Jiang Yang finally awaken, Bai Tang inwardly sighed with relief and replied:
"Good. You're finally awake. Do you realize you've been in meditation for over ten days?"
"What? Ten days!"
Jiang Yang was astonished. Though he had become the Spirit Seed in that hazy state, he had felt that a single night had passed at most. He had never expected it to have been ten whole days.
"Yes. After you finished refining those four Spirit Treasures, you sat there without moving."
Bai Tang nodded in confirmation, then pointed to a Letter on the table.
"There. That young lady sent you a letter four days