Ye Han held a small hoe, carefully digging around a little sapling...
Beside him, the azure figure was also weeding around a little sapling with a small hoe. As he dug, he said, "Rain veils the green mountains, heaven's grass grows fathoms tall. Fellow Daoist, do you know the connection between the veiling rain and heaven's grass?"
An ordinary person would have had no idea how to answer such a baffling question from the azure figure. Ye Han, however, did not even raise his head. He could only reply hesitantly, "Rain veils the heavens, grass grows tall; spiritual Dao energy swirls, returning to the Dantian, resounding in all directions. Heavenly grass is born for heaven; the Dantian's spirit veins rise!"
As Ye Han spoke, circles of mysterious, profound runes began flowing from his body, forming an astonishing current of spell power that coursed around him...
Suddenly!
The azure figure straightened up and chuckled. "Not bad...!"
With that, the azure figure turned into a wisp of spirit light that twisted and trembled, gradually becoming a mass of azure aura flames before disappearing into the air.
"Young Fellow Daoist, we shall meet again if fate allows!"
As Ye Han watched the azure figure disappear into the air...
The surroundings-the planted flowers and grasses, the blue sky and white clouds, and the boundless heaven and earth spiritual energy-all began spreading outward, gradually turning insubstantial...
Ye Han's expression shifted, and he bowed. "We shall meet again if fate allows!"
As his words fell, the insubstantial scene vanished completely.
Mist surged and rippled before Ye Han's eyes, and he appeared within the Immortal Palace...
His expression was calm as he looked at the distant stone stele and said softly, "So this is how the Immortal Spirit Method is comprehended. It certainly took me quite some