[In the three hundred and sixth year, truly a heaven-sent treasure with its own spirit, you found communicating with it much easier than with that previous stone, though the Year Wood that had devoured numerous lives was exceedingly reeking of blood and evil, still, it feared you deeply and soon gave up resisting.]
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, casually commanding his Golden Body to guard this place.
He didn't know if Year Wood could be considered a Spiritual Root.
But he decided to refine it first and worry later.
Inside his sea of qi, the Heavenly Devouring Demon Infant greedily embraced the Year Wood, its scorching breath making it scream in pain.
It was so noisy…
Shen Yi frowned, and his Dao Infant slapped the Year Wood.
The whole process was somewhat more difficult than last time.
