After the rain, it cleared up.
The couple returned to the Spirit Fruit Garden.
"Try it now!" Yu Qingyi still had a shy blush on her cheeks.
Yang Zhenshan smiled softly and found a Three Yellow Li Tree.
This area had the most Three Yellow Li Trees, and they were the oldest. Yang Zhenshan simply picked a tree with a trunk that's one foot thick, and his gaze flowed as a faint Dao Rhyme spread.
He reached out and placed his hand on the rough bark, a wisp of grey Dao Rhyme extended from his Sea of Consciousness, connecting to the vitality of the Three Yellow Li Tree.
Instantly, he felt a surge of pure vitality from the Three Yellow Li Tree infiltrating his body.
The flourishing vitality was invigorating, making him feel incredibly refreshed.
But that was all it offered.
Time gradually passed, and the refreshing feeling diminished.
Yang Zhenshan once again examined his own lifespan.
Two hundred and thirty-two years, three months, and eighteen days.
