Ying Yue had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
At this moment, he was still engrossed in refining the giant tree, with thick strands of True Yuan spreading through every inch of the tree. Wherever it reached, everything was known to Ying Yue.
After several days of effort, he had refined 99% of the tree, leaving only the last region, the most critical and central part - the tree's Sea of Consciousness.
Yes, the Sea of Consciousness.
All things have a spirit.
Don't think that only intelligent creatures and animals have souls. In fact, every blade of grass, every branch, every insect, every fungus has a soul, just of varying strengths.
Of course, this tree in front of him also had a soul.
"After so much time, I finally broke through your Sea of Consciousness!"
"I want to see what kind of extraordinary tree you really are!"
