Su Ming remained silent for a time, then looked at the man in front of him and lifted his right hand to take the three-leaved grass that was shining with a thick green hue. He did not even have the urge to check the treasure, and with an apathetic expression put it away.
"Release Long Hai's soul," Su Ming said faintly.
Without any hesitation, the man that was the one thousand feet tall tree closed his eyes and then reopened them. Immediately, a crack appeared at the center of his brows. Everything within it was dark, before a ball of dark light flew out. That was a Nascent Divinity. Once it left the crack between the centre of the man's brows, it immediately turned into an old man.
The old man's face was filled with excitement. His Nascent Divinity shuddered, and his thoughts surged up in his head like waves. For a moment, all the things it went through for the past ten thousand years flashed through his mind.
