The sensation of comprehending the Dao is always quite marvelous—at least until Song He snapped back to reality, he found himself completely enthralled by the rhythm of the earth vein's ebb and flow, unable to extricate himself.
It was as if he had transformed into a Spirit Plant, greedily and ferociously absorbing the spirit Qi of the earth to grow vigorously.
But that was a thing of the past.
After coming to his senses, he realized he was standing on a beach, its sandy expanse made up of soft, silvery white granules. Further away was a gentle sea, covered in soft moonlight.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~~~"
The sound of the tide echoed in his ears, and he could smell the damp mist and a somewhat fishy scent in the air.
"..."
Song He couldn't help but blink, wondering if he had traversed to another place again?
Yet, whether it was the nearly infinite spirit Qi coming from his Miji God Tree or his formidable Divine Sense, they both remained very real.
