Class VI spirit seed.
However, on the panel, two large characters clearly displayed—withered.
Not only did the panel show this, but even Song He could not feel the slightest bit of life in it, just like a withered heart, devoid of vitality.
Withering, truly a case of being in a treasure mountain without being able to return home with anything.
Song He's expression immediately became rather distressed, and he even started to make efforts to revive it, with halo after halo nearly turning tangible as they circled around the seed.
That was pure vitality, each strand potent enough to bring the dead back to life and bestow centuries of life to mortals with just a touch.
However, facing this withered seed, the result was naturally fruitless.
He couldn't even delay its withering.
He could only watch as the seed, now exposed to the air and having lost the last protection of the divine body, slowly turned to ash.
