As Xiao Yan wore a pained expression, the two began refining the Bodhi Seeds.
Xiao Yan had his fused Heavenly Flames, while Xiao Yu had the Origin Flame, so refining the Bodhi Seeds was not particularly difficult for either of them.
However, Xiao Yan's cultivation was too low, and refining the Bodhi Seeds drained his Dou Qi too quickly. He generally had to stop and recover his Dou Qi after refining just two.
The Bodhi Ancient Tree grew anxious at Xiao Yan's frequent breaks. Although Xiao Yu had no such problem, one person's refining speed naturally could not match that of two.
Thus, the Bodhi Ancient Tree condensed an ancient green meditation cushion beneath Xiao Yan's backside.
With the cushion helping restore his Dou Qi and even increasing his maximum reserves, Xiao Yan was brimming with enthusiasm.
Sure enough, if you wanted a horse to run, you had to let it eat its fill.
By comparison, Xiao Yu had received no benefits at all. He should have thrown down his load and quit at this point, but he did not.
Although the green cushion was wondrous, it was of little use to him. Even the Bodhi Seeds and the Bodhi Heart would not do much for him.
As the saying went, free things were the most expensive. Xiao Yu had set his sights on something from the start. Helping the Bodhi Ancient Tree now would make it easier to negotiate with it later.
They had no idea how long they spent refining Bodhi Seeds. Whenever they finished a batch, the Bodhi Ancient Tree delivered another, and the cycle repeated.
Only after the final Bodhi Seed had been refined did the last wisp of black energy seep out of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's trunk, slowly fading into nothingness.
As that