When Wei Yuan regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a small island, beside a Jianmu Seedling that had grown to a height of thirty zhang. The tree trunk bore scorch marks from Tribulation Thunder, but the newly grown branches were already spreading like a canopy, shading most of the island.
On the island, besides bare soil and rocks, there were also some soft, bright green grasses, with little clusters of flowers scattered among them.
Strands of life force from the Jianmu Seedling were being absorbed by Wei Yuan's Primordial Spirit. At the same time, a trace of high-rank life aura was being injected, a breath Wei Yuan was very familiar with; it was from the Life Fruit that once saved his life.
Wei Yuan turned his head and saw another small tree beside him, with two fruits hanging on it. The tree had extended its third branch, which was entwined with blue luck, and a bud was about to bloom.
