The gourd submerged by the Spiritual River had no strength left to transmit consciousness. In Song He's perception, it was stretching its branches and drawing in spirit Qi to the greatest extent possible.
Nearly greedy.
The pure Sun Essence and Moon Brilliance came from the Moon Sea and the Bright Plain heavenly cave, so their quality naturally went without saying.
Spirit Plants would instinctively absorb them.
Being so clever, the gourd no longer required Song He's attention for what came next. It just needed to produce seeds, and then it could plant them on its own and be done.
He shifted his consciousness to Dawn City.
At that moment, True Master Yandao wore a smug smile as he pointed at the Miji God Tree that Song He used as a warehouse. "During your slumber, the little one inside nearly died, lacking the nourishment of essence blood."
"Nearly died?"
That meant it hadn't died.
