The piece of withered wood was like a dead tree finding spring. Specks of verdant brilliance seeped out from its cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, tender green shoots sprouted from it, growing in a winding path and exuding an indescribable, ancient Spirit Charm.
Before Chen Qing could get a closer look, the strange, revitalized piece of wood suddenly transformed into a streak of light. It didn't shoot off elsewhere but plunged straight between his eyebrows, instantly vanishing into his Sea of Will!
HUMMM!
Chen Qing felt a slight tremor in his Sea of Will, as if something had taken root.
Focusing his mind to look inward, he saw the piece of wood—now a vibrant, dewy green and wreathed in wisps of Spiritual Mist—suspended quietly in the center of his Sea of Will, like a Stabilizing Needle.
It emanated a soft, continuous, pale green light, which, like a gentle spring rain, silently nourished and suffused his Divine Sense.
