Anyone whose head sprouted a seedling would probably be scared out of their wits, let alone Yang Zhen, who was terrified of death. He panicked a bit and bent over to examine it on the ground.
Well, it looked quite appetizing!
Yang Zhen had never seen such vividly green vegetation. His wide eyes could see the veins on the leaves, and the trajectory of the flowing spirit soul energy.
The nearly transparent leaves hinted at a mysterious feeling, and upon closer investigation, Yang Zhen felt the breath of the universe surge towards him. It felt as if this seedling had existed rather than just sprouted recently.
Yang Zhen was puzzled. How could a tree sprout in his mind, out of nowhere? Luckily, it wasn't growing out of his head. Imagine what that would look like!
Suddenly, Yang Zhen remembered the seed he had obtained from the altar. His eyes grew larger. Could it be that the seed burrowed into his brain, took root, sprouted, and turned into a small tree?
