After quickly stepping into the backyard and approaching the vegetable garden, a surge of overwhelming spiritual energy was imdiately felt.
Su Mu pushed open the wooden door and looked up, narrowing his pupils at the sight.
The seeds sown yesterday had now grown into a massive tree five ters tall with a crown that spanned five ters in diater. The abundant spiritual energy perceived was emanating from this tree, having condensed into a thin mist of immortality that drifted around the garden.
A closer look revealed slender green strands hanging from the branches of the crown, numbering exactly three thousand.
At the end of each green strand grew a thumb-sized green fruit, a sign of its immaturity.
Fortunately, Su Mu had specifically cultivated half an acre of land solely for this seed. Otherwise, if planted among the other spirit plants in the garden, it might have absorbed all their spiritual energy completely.
At this point, Su Mu approached the tree and began to examine it. The tree’s appearance bore so resemblance to a peach tree, but its leaves were thick and each one was as large as a palm, and the tree’s trunk was so massive a single person could not embrace it.
The trunk bore shallow concentric rings, as if carefully carved by nature itself, showing exquisite craftsmanship.
From these signs, it was evident that the tree had not yet fully matured, aning it could still grow.
Su Mu spread his divine sense, focusing on a thumb-sized green fruit, and was shocked to discover that it contained an imnse power of spiritual charm, and moreover, a power of law!
One of the powers of law was unmistakably familiar to Su Mu, the power of spatial law, and besides, there were many other powers of law he had never encountered.
It appeared that these immature green fruits were indeed the essence of the tree.
Then, Su Mu employed the Water Control Divine Technique, with a wave of his hand directed at the distant river, transferring half a pound of river water and nourishing the tree with it.
After watering it, Su Mu stroked his chin and circled the tree, attempting to discern its characteristics, curious to know what kind of tree it was.
At this mont, Nannan inexplicably found herself at the front of the tree and, after a glance, whispered, "Daddy, I think I’ve seen this tree sowhere before."
Su Mu was taken aback by her words.
"You’ve seen it?"
"Where?"
Su Mu asked.
"In a dream,"
Nannan shook her head, her face tinged with a hint of recollection.
"In a dream?"
Su Mu thought perhaps Little Nannan had seen it playing by the riverbank,
"Mm-hmm."
Little Nannan looked up, pointing at the green fruits on the tree, saying, "I rember in my dream, these fruits were multicolored, so were white, so black..."
After saying this, she seed to recall sothing, swallowing, "It seems... I even tasted them in my dream, sweet, they must taste very good."
Listening to Little Nannan’s vivid description, could it be... that these fruits are truly multicolored in the end?
"Oh right!"
"Daddy, I know what this tree looks like!"
With that, Little Nannan dashed towards the house and after a while ca back with a dust-covered ancient text, placing it on the ground, and flipping through it.
Relying on her mory, she precisely found a page, then pointed to an illustration in the ancient text, "Daddy, look."
Upon hearing this, Su Mu squatted down and looked at the illustration.
The bark was described as gray, the young branches as star-spangled; the leaves round, the fruits globular.
Finally, a phrase next to the illustration read — "A single flower holds a world, a leaf conceals a bodhi."
Bodhi Tree?
This type of tree, Su Mu had seen before crossing over, Bodhi trees grew on coastal islands.
There were also mythical tales about the Bodhi Tree.
The Bodhi Tree on the Diamond Throne, the Parijat Tree, was a tree from the ancient past. It stood several hundred feet tall, having endured frequent destruction. It was under this tree that Buddha attained enlightennt, thus it was nad the Bodhi Tree.
Furthermore, in certain past accounts, it was said that the Buddha, Sakyamuni, had ditated under the Bodhi Tree for six years to attain enlightennt, thus the Bodhi Tree is known in Buddhism as the "Holy Tree."
But... it doesn’t seem quite right either.
Su Mu picked up the ancient text, comparing it with the tree before him, scrutinizing the details.
The ancient bark was described as gray, but this tree’s bark was purple-black.
The young branches should have star-shaped hairs, but there were none on this tree, only shallow concentric ring patterns.
The leaves were supposed to be oval, but this tree’s leaves were shaped like maple leaves.
Except for the round fruit, none of the other characteristics matched.
However, even if the details differed, the overall form seed similar.
.....
So, is this a Bodhi Tree?
According to what Nannan ntioned in her dream, the fruits were multicolored, and the normal Bodhi Fruits are also multicolored.
This point matches.
Apart from the fruits, everything else can be matched, could it be another variety of Bodhi Tree?
Oh well, further research now would be inconclusive.
Let’s wait until it matures; what matters to Su Mu is not what type of tree it is, but that it aids in cultivation and is a Treasure Tree.
...
At this very mont, in so world of the Dao Ancient Divine Sect.
The Nine Linked Mountain Range sprawled like a dragon’s spine, lying dormant across the land, stretching for thousands of miles. The dense spiritual energy condensed into ethereal rainbow bridges crisscrossing the mountain valleys, aura rising in waves, the purple energy coming from the east, exuding a sacred and harmonious atmosphere.
From ti to ti, ornately dressed youths and teenagers could be seen flying between the peaks on their swords, while powerful Cyan Simurghs and other avian creatures soared and darted about... but they all flew low, not daring to fly too high, fearing to disturb the Glazed Immortal Hall perched above the Nine Linked Mountain Range.
That was the residence of the Sect Leader of the Dao Ancient Divine Sect, the legendary Immortal Hall, the Cyan Dye Immortal Hall.
That night, atop the Cyan Dye Immortal Hall, the bright moon hung high in the thick, ink-like night, its thin moonlight resembling a veil of ice falling, draping over the body of a woman in a cyan dress.
The woman in cyan rely stood at the edge of a cliff, the many moonbeams and the essence of the Dao cautiously encircled her, like a celestial being from heaven, making one afraid to look directly.
Under the moonlight, her appearance could be seen.
A simple and clean cyan dress could not conceal her grace and peerlessness; her brows and eyes resembled snow lotuses on an iceberg, unmatched and independent, as if containing a sky full of stars. This was the aura of a superior being; the words beauty and strength, though simple, were perfectly fitting in this mont.
Ye Qingran, the first female Sect Leader in the history of the Dao Ancient Divine Sect, and the strongest Sect Leader ever!
To be precise, besides the founding patriarch and the first ancestor, she was the strongest.
Her gaze was fixed far away, where it landed, at distances unknown.
"Turns out, so much ti has already passed...."
The woman’s voice echoed aloud.
Staring at the wooden boat placed before her, her eyes unfocused, falling into mories....
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