...However, this drop of divine blood might give him the answer.
Bai Wei waited for the divine blood key to return to its current liquid state, then extended his hand again, grasping the drop of blood in his palm and moved it onto the potted plant on the table, gradually crushing the droplet.
The divine blood trickled down through his fingers, slowly dropping into the small potted plant.
This pot is actually the reflection of an ancient tree. As the first drop of divine blood seeped into the clay, the gnarling roots of the Taoyuan Wood suddenly arched, and the dead branches quivered like the fingertips of a dying person, piercing towards the sky; new buds broke through the scorched bark, the emerald leaf sheath wrapped around the shards of time, growing wildly, as if an invisible hand condensed a millennium of spring into a moment. And from deep within the rings, came the subtle sound of cracking.
The power of Taoyuan Village increased, and Bai Wei felt a barrier break.
