The medicinal tree was really planted. In the blink of an eye, it was already 60 feet tall. The three leaves turned into three branches, and a chaotic fog filled the air, churning there.
Indistinctly, the sound of scriptures could be heard from the top of the tree.
This tree was too strange. It quickly grew to 60 feet tall and stopped growing.
Its trunk was purple-brown, and its old skin cracked. It seemed to have grown for a long time, and was engraved with the vicissitudes of time. Every piece of old bark was as big as a palm, as if dragon scales had opened.
On the tree, the three branches seemed to be giving birth to all things. They were hazy, and the leaves were luxuriant. They were all purple, and each leaf seemed to be a world.
The purple leaves were too special. They carried dew, and each water droplet was like a star. They hung on the leaves, reflecting everything in the world, and the vicissitudes of time.
