Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
In Qianyuan Cave, a green tree about a foot tall is growing sturdily.
This tree is not tall, but extremely robust, resembling a millstone. Its twisted tree patterns spiral upwards like dragon scales, carrying a fierce and domineering aura.
In the Cave Mansion, wisps of Spiritual Qi rise like thick fog, making this tree appear increasingly mystical.
Under the tree, a young man wearing a green Daoist Robe sits cross-legged, barefoot and radiating energy.
With each breath he takes, mist flows into his abdomen like running water. Strange root-like patterns light up on his skin, allowing him to constantly inhale Spiritual Qi.
Most crucially, every time he breathes, the giant tree behind him seems to breathe as well. Blue-gray veins light up on the dragon-scale-like trunk, continuously delivering nutrients to the twelve gigantic green leaves on the branches.
Each leaf is as large as a canopy, casting shadows.
