"It's done! Do it!"
Lin Yi sent a message to Zhang Yiming with his spirit sense.
Zhang Yiming couldn't help but use his divine sense to wrap around the seed.
He had done this process many times before, so he was very familiar with it and it was very smooth.
The seed seemed to have sensed the danger as it started to struggle madly.
It was something that absorbed primordial spirit and spiritual consciousness as nutrients to nourish itself, so it struggled to absorb the spiritual power that Zhang Yiming had wrapped around it, trying to transform it into its own nutrients.
Of course, if it left father Ling's sea of consciousness, the seed would lose the ability to absorb primordial spirit and spiritual energy, just like how a seed could not survive on its own after leaving the soil.
But now, the seed was still in father Ling's consciousness, so even if it was foreign consciousness, it could be absorbed and transformed.
