Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The withered wood was like a dead tree meeting spring. From within the cracks, emerald green brilliance actually seeped out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, tender green shoots drilled out from within, winding and growing, emitting an indescribably ancient spiritual resonance.

Before Chen Qing could observe carefully, this revitalized strange wood strip suddenly transformed into a flowing light. Rather than rushing elsewhere, it shot straight into his brow, instantly entering his Will Sea!

"Hum!"

Chen Qing felt his consciousness sea gently shake, as if something had taken root.

Concentrating his inner vision, he saw that wood strip, now transformed to emerald green and wreathed in wisps of spiritual mist, quietly floating in the center of his Will Sea like a sea-stabilizing pillar.

It emitted a gentle and continuous pale green glow. This glow was like moistening spring rain, soundlessly nourishing and permeating his divine sense.

Under the illumination of this green light, his consciousness sea rapidly became clear and solid, even slowly expanding.

That comfortable sensation far surpassed any spirit-condensing pill.