Qin Ze slowly walked to the lotus platform where the Buddha once stood, his eyes filled with cold light. With a wave of his hand, the golden lotus platform instantly turned into dust, shimmering with golden light, and an ancient Buddhist scripture appeared in Qin Ze's hand.

The Buddhist scripture shone brightly, its ancient language exuding a mysterious power. Qin Ze quietly turned the pages, reading each word carefully, and gradually gained some understanding.

He smiled slightly, as if he understood everything. It turned out that the Bodhi tree had gained consciousness and comprehended this Buddhist scripture, which was why it had manifested the Buddha and other deities.

The Buddhist scripture in Qin Ze's hand was gently tossed aside, and a resolute determination flashed in his eyes. He began to gather powerful energy, and a destructive force surged forth, gathering in his palm.

His palms began to emit a dazzling light, like a small sun. This energy gathered more and more, forming an undeniable sense of oppression.

Then, without hesitation, Qin Ze launched an attack on the Bodhi tree beneath his feet. His palm slammed down, and a tremendous roar echoed throughout the mountains and rivers.

A violent flame erupted, accompanied by billowing smoke, and the Bodhi tree began to shake violently. Its trunk cracked, branches snapped, and the massive tree, thousands of meters tall, lost its balance in an instant, beginning to tilt to one side.

The earth trembled, and the birds and beasts in the valley scattered in panic, creating chaos. Flames roared in the air, engulfing the entire Bodhi tree.

The Bodhi tree, thousands of meters tall, was reduced to ashes in the flames, leaving only a desolate wasteland.

Qin Ze originally wanted to leave this wasteland, but suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the burning Bodhi tree. Within the flames, a bright light flickered.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he reached out and drew the light towards it. It was a Bodhi fruit, its surface radiating an ancient and mysterious aura.

Qin Ze held the Bodhi fruit lightly in his hand, feeling the powerful energy contained within it, as well as a trace of enlightenment about heaven and earth. This power made his heart tremble, because he knew that it was enough to allow a Grandmaster to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal!

"Father recently broke through to the Grandmaster realm. Giving him this Bodhi Fruit would be enough to help him break through to the Land Immortal realm!"

Qin Ze's toes lightly touched the ground, and with the grace of a swallow, he landed on the back of the golden crane. Sensing its master's arrival, the golden crane let out a loud cry and flapped its wings suddenly.

With a strong gust of wind, the golden crane spread its wings and soared into the distance. Its golden feathers shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, like a bright shooting star streaking across the sky.

Several adventurer teams gathered beneath the Bodhi tree, their gazes drawn to the massive tree reduced to ashes. In the silent valley, the enormous remains emitted wisps of smoke, resembling a scene from a myth.

First, a burly-looking adventurer with a full beard and his hands on his belt muttered, "Damn! What...what's going on? Is this real?" His voice was thick with a local accent, and his disbelief was palpable.

A boorish adventurer, quick to speak his mind, shouted: "Damn it! What the hell is going on? How did that damned Bodhi tree just disappear like that?"

Another team member chimed in with his complaint: "God, we risked our lives on this trip, just for this pile of ashes?!"

The atmosphere in the group suddenly became somber and angry. They had been full of hope and anticipation, but reality had so cruelly shattered their expectations.

The adventurers were dejected; they sighed helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​finding a miracle here.

Hearing that there was a mutated pine tree on Mount Song, they decided to go and find it. Legend has it that this mutated pine tree is thousands of meters tall, and each pine cone contains immense energy, which rekindled their hope.

Standing before the towering pine tree, Qin Ze felt its solemnity and vitality. Unlike the Bodhi tree he had seen before, this pine tree exuded a strong natural aura, giving him a warm feeling of closeness to nature.

Qin Ze approached a pine cone. Just as he stepped inside, an elderly man with a white beard emerged. The old man greeted Qin Ze with a kind smile, "Hello, stranger. Would you like to come in and have a cup of pine needle tea?"

Qin Ze was somewhat surprised by the sudden invitation, but he couldn't help but feel the old man's kindness and agreed without hesitation: "Okay, thank you very much for your invitation. I would love to try some pine needle tea."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then led Qin Ze inside the pine cone. The interior was spacious and bright, filled with the fresh scent of pine needles. A tea set and a dish of fresh pine cones were laid out on an antique wooden table.

Qin Ze sat down with the old man, who personally brewed him a cup of pine needle tea. The tea was clear and transparent, emitting a faint fragrance. Qin Ze picked up the teacup, carefully took a sip, and immediately felt a cool and refreshing sensation spread throughout his body.

The old man sat opposite Qin Ze, smiling as he watched him, awaiting his reaction. Qin Ze sensed the unusual nature of the tea and couldn't help but ask, "Is this pine needle tea? It's rather unusual."

The old man nodded and smiled, "Yes, this is a specialty of our pine tree, pine needle tea. It not only has a unique taste, but also many benefits. Drinking it can enhance physical strength and improve mental state, making it especially suitable for practitioners."

Qin Ze was slightly surprised, but also filled with curiosity, and continued to savor the pine needle tea. At this moment, he began to feel a warm energy flowing through his body, as if the natural power of the pine tree had merged with him.

The old man looked at Qin Ze and said, "Stranger, I know you've come here for a reason. Perhaps you can tell me your purpose."

Qin Ze answered the old man's question frankly, saying that he came to Mount Song out of curiosity and had no specific purpose. The old man sensed Qin Ze's sincerity and humility from his words and couldn't help but smile with appreciation: "Young man, it is truly rare to be so humble and kind-hearted."

Hearing the old man's praise, Qin Ze smiled slightly and shook his head: "It's not that I'm without greed, but rather, there's really nothing here that interests me." After saying that, Qin Ze's expression suddenly became serious, and he began to release a powerful force, a force like an abyss, emanating an unbelievable pressure that even the old man found incredible.

The old man stared at Qin Ze in astonishment, his eyes filled with shock and confusion, because he felt a powerful force emanating from Qin Ze that was beyond his imagination.