Come to think of it, the second stage of the event involved making flowers bloom with spiritual power.
Wouldn't that give cultivators who practiced wood-type Cultivation Methods quite an advantage...
"..."
Turning the withered seed over in his hand, Song Yan let his thoughts wander.
"Since I haven't found any new spirit seeds yet, I might as well try my hand with this Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus first."
The people from Linghua Valley had said that spiritual power could do virtually nothing to save this Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus seed.
But he had only wanted to familiarize himself with the process beforehand anyway.
He did not even stop, continuing to walk slowly.
A wisp of spiritual power from his fingertip flowed slowly into the shriveled seed.
Like a clay ox entering the sea, the spiritual power vanished without a trace the moment it entered.
"It really doesn't do anything at all..."
Spiritual power stirred around him as he continued to increase the amount he poured in.
It still had no effect whatsoever.
The withered, blackened spirit seed showed not the slightest stir, as though it had died completely.
The spiritual power he channeled into it dissipated almost instantly.
However, Song Yan could already faintly sense what the Linghua Valley cultivator had called "a single remaining trace of life."
That tiny trace of life was incomparably weak.
The surrounding air of decay had condensed into something tangible, tightly enveloping that scant trace of life.
In truth, the principle behind using spiritual power to stimulate Spirit Plants differed little from that of many wood-type Method Formulas.
After several attempts, he had already grasped the knack.
At the same time, he had indeed pronounced a death sentence on this Moon-Supporting Ancient Lotus seed.
*"Perhaps its unique structure caused the decay to spread inward from the