The paper bore creases, showing that its owner had leafed through it often and had clearly poured considerable effort into it.
Liu Yu had the same habit when refining pills. He liked to record his insights in his alchemy handbook, and whenever inspiration struck during the process, he would take it out and jot it down.
One could say that his alchemy handbook had witnessed his growth in the art of pill refinement, while Spirit Herb Insights had likewise witnessed a Spirit Planter's progress.
Of course, not every Alchemist or Spirit Planter recorded their insights. It was purely a matter of personal habit.
Liu Yu always took anything that benefited his cultivation path very seriously. Absorbed in reading, he let ten hours slip by without realizing it.
He lay back without putting away Spirit Herb Insights, closed his eyes, and touched the Emerald Light Dot in his Niwan Palace with his thoughts. His nascent primordial spirit entered the Immortal Mansion's world.
After ten hours, some of the spirit herbs had already matured and produced seeds, giving off faint fragrances. Their lush green hues resembled emerald jade, a sight so pleasing that it made one reluctant to leave.
The dragonblood tree had grown to two feet tall and stopped growing. Unlike ordinary trees, its trunk was deep red, as though it had been watered with blood. Yet it looked neither sinister nor evil; instead, it carried a sense of sanctity.
Its vigorous roots burrowed deep into the black spirit soil to draw out nutrients. Its leaves were pale red and somewhat crystalline, while four or five flower buds had formed among its branches, half red and half white, ready to bloom.
The Mid-Grade Spirit Stone placed upon the soil had long since crumbled to ash, its spiritual energy completely absorbed.
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