Even if it is tainted by merit, even if it is only a tiny, imperceptible amount, it is still tainted by cause and effect.
“It’s conscious now.” Song Tingwan raised the branch slightly, gesturing for A Yao to look over.
Song Siyao experienced it firsthand, and it was indeed true.
They received divine intervention time and again, becoming intimately connected with all things in heaven and earth.
Song Tingwan closed her eyes, conveying their anxiety to them.
Its consciousness has just begun to awaken; it is ignorant and lacks wisdom.
I was confused for a long time.
Just as Song Tingwan was about to withdraw her divine sense with some disappointment, it gave a faint response.
It was like a thought that flashed through Song Tingwan's mind and then vanished in an instant.
Song Tingwan, however, held onto it firmly.
A clue was unearthed from its empty thoughts.
There should be other living creatures around here.
Something that moves.
This is what the tree branch told her.
Although there was no sign of human presence, the mud covering the ground completely concealed any traces.
"Shall we fly on our swords to search?" Song Siyao asked her elder sister.
The place was so vast that, if they hadn't possessed such strong spiritual senses, they might have felt like they were trapped in a maze of ghosts in the darkness.
Song Tingwan nodded in agreement. Before leaving, she thought for a moment and buried the branch in the mud.
Then he crushed the pills and sprinkled them on its body.
The scent of the branches intensified, spreading a faint, refreshing plant fragrance.
Song Tingwan tapped its thinnest tip, then turned and left with A Yao.
It will survive and become the only living twig among the dead tree.
The vitality amidst the desolation should bring hope to this place.
Her younger sister, the champion of kendo, is the only light that can break through the darkness.
The two left, clearly not noticing the branch that had struggled to sprout a small, tender leaf some time after they had left.
It will try its best.
Song Tingwan and the other person flew away on their swords again, this time at a low altitude.
One day and one night.
I've seen almost the entire area.
There was no trace of it.
But neither of them gave up, and they continued to carefully walk through each area, one by one.
Until their scent spread to every withered tree.
...
"Shall we go back to the southeast direction and take another look?"
Song Tingwan recalled for a moment before speaking.
Song Siyao smiled and nodded, "That's what I think too."
That place was different from other places; there was a subtle, almost imperceptible unease.
The two flew for half a day.
They returned to the place they had explored three times.
Silt is still just silt, and a dead tree is still just a dead tree.
"This place feels a bit different," Song Tingwan said softly, frowning slightly.
With a tense expression, Song Siyao suddenly turned around and swung his sword, the sword energy sweeping out with murderous intent.
Something was knocked to the ground with a thud.
When they left quickly, they saw the frail old man who had been knocked down with deep-set eyes, silently getting up.
His body was thin, almost like a skeleton.
After he stood up, his linen clothes were stained with mud.
He sluggishly raised his head, his deeply sunken, somewhat frightening eyes looking at them. His voice, hoarse from not speaking for a long time, sounded like a crow's cry, and he said in a flat, monotone voice:
"Finally, you have arrived."
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