The spiritual energy was so thick that he could scoop it up and drink it. He squatted on the top of the mountain for five hundred years, his roots digging into the earth's veins and sucking the spiritual fluid wildly to reach the peak of returning to the void. The moment I realized the cultivation method of the innate spirit tree, my cultivation level was faster than a bamboo joint. When the first thunder tribulation of the heavenly immortal struck down, the leaves exploded into ashes and sprouts popped up again. I clenched my roots when the second thunder was gaining momentum overhead, and the ridge in the distance was glowing red.
