Old Man Bai's question was something Zheng Fa was also curious about.
He closed his eyes, his immortal soul detached from his body and headed towards the Fusang Wood. When he opened his eyes, before him was a scene of gold and purple, extraordinarily brilliant.
Zheng Fa was amazed in his heart. Was it because he had advanced as an Independent Immortal, or was it due to the Hongmeng Purple Qi that he could now truly integrate with the Fusang Wood, indistinguishable from it?
He moved his head, and the branches above swayed.
He wanted to take a few steps but found his roots were so deep that he seemingly couldn't pull them out.
Not daring to fuss too much, fearing affecting the humans below, he played around briefly and then began to carefully contemplate.
The first sensation was the most wondrous: it seemed like there were countless versions of himself, distantly calling from unknown places.
