Chapter 762 - 226: Seed of the Virtual, Root of Reality
His spiritual power was like an invisible net, capturing and filtering these life particles, which, once entering his body, transformed into a special life energy guiding the flow to the seed in his palm.
Suddenly, Cang Fu felt a faint pulsation, like a heartbeat, yet like a breath.
He knew that was the seed’s response.
The seed’s shell began to tremble slightly, its surface patterns gradually lighting up, emitting a faint green glow.
Cang Fu did not relax, focusing even more on injecting life energy into the seed.
At this moment, the seed’s shell slowly cracked, and a tender green sprout tip emerged from the thin crevice.
The sprout tip was delicate and soft, like a newborn baby, carrying a fragile yet tenacious life force.
It swayed gently, as if probing the surrounding environment.
As Cang Fu’s spiritual power continued to deplete, life energy kept pouring in.
The sprout tip grew rapidly, its stem gradually thickened, and the leaves unfolded one by one.
Each leaf was crystalline, with edges shimmering with a faint silver light.
Then, a small bud swelled at the top of the stem.
The bud started off the size of a grain of rice, but under the influence of Cang Fu’s special life energy, it expanded rapidly, becoming transparent and faintly revealing the flickering light within.
Finally, the bud slowly blossomed.
The joy in Cang Fu’s heart unfurled with the petals, each petal seemed carved from the purest jade, emitting a gentle glow.
At the center of the flower, a golden halo slowly rose.
The Wood Spirit Flower fully bloomed, its petals layered and emitting a light fragrance.
The scent was neither intense nor cloying, the lines on the petals shimmered with micro light, like flowing stars, breathtakingly beautiful.
Cang Fu sat quietly there, holding the newly blossomed Wood Spirit Flower in his palm.
His gaze was somewhat dazed, looking through the petals, as if seeing the distant ancestors through the barriers of time.
Those were images pieced together from stories heard in his childhood.
The ancestors of the Green Wood Clan, using the power of nature to rejuvenate the earth, communing with forests, rivers, and mountains.
He bowed his head, looking at the micro light flowing on the petals, a complex emotion surged in his heart.
After descending to Earth, the ancestors had done similar things countless times.
Because this ability flowed within their bloodline, it was the root of their soul.
But every attempt in reality never truly succeeded, only managed to barely complete with support.
Every attempt ended in failure.
That sense of powerlessness was like a heavy stone pressing on the heart of the Green Wood Clan.
Making them realize that past glories had long faded away, historical memories could not be pursued.
Yet in this virtual world, he accomplished a technique never realized before.
Feeling the Wood Spirit Flower blooming in his palm, this subtle yet shocking power reminded him of the words often spoken by the elder generation:
"The glory of the Green Wood Clan is the glory of dancing with nature."
With tearful eyes, Cang Fu’s fingertips gently brushed the petals, a mix of bittersweet and comfort in his heart.
Bittersweet was the decline of the Green Wood Clan in reality, only the helplessness of growing distant from nature.
Ancestors could make barren land flourish overnight, yet these abilities had become legend, only remaining as fragments in the elder generation’s words and those yellowed recordings in crystal stones, eventually turned into data preserved in the network world.
The thin spiritual energy in the air made their efforts like trying to scoop up a clear spring with cracked hands, ultimately watching it flow away through their fingers.
Comfort was found here, he found a way to reconnect with nature, to re-experience the resonance of the ancestors with nature.
"So this is what it feels like."
He murmured softly, his voice barely audible.
The glow of the Wood Spirit Flower reflected on his face, as if responding to his words.
The warmth flowing from the plant, the feeling of merging with nature, made him feel as though he had returned to the golden age of the Green Wood Clan.
He was both a participant and a guide of nature.
Closing his eyes, recalling the moment the Wood Spirit Flower bloomed.
The whispers of nature, like the call of the ancestors.
The strength, the beauty, filled him with emotion and reverence.
"So beautiful."
Cang Fu said softly, his voice choked.
He looked up at the star-filled night sky, starlight spilling on his face.
Here, he regained the strength of the Green Wood Clan, and more so, the pride and faith belonging to the Green Wood Clan.
Here he proved the legend of the Wood Spirit Clan to be true.
Holding the Wood Spirit Flower, he stood up, the silhouette of trees under the Source’s night veiled in dim light, as if waving to him.
This land in Cang Fu’s eyes, was no longer just a gaming world, but more like a bridge, connecting with the past of the Green Wood Clan.
His discontent with the Moon Eclipse Clan vanished at this moment, leaving only gratitude in his heart:
"Thank you, for allowing me to witness such a miracle."
Holding the Wood Spirit Flower, Cang Fu walked slowly on the land where green plants bloomed.
The grass underfoot was soft and warm, each step felt like treading in nature’s embrace.
The plants around gently swayed in the night breeze, as if playing a silent anthem for him.
Every plant on this land seemed to be communicating with him, their energy fluctuations intertwined with his spiritual power, forming a wondrous resonance.
Cang Fu walked past a patch of thorny vines, usually fierce plants now retreated slowly, clearing a small path for him.