The veins appeared on the liver like the pattern of leaf veins, resembling blooming green flowers.
In the heart, gold and orange merged together, with flame patterns lighting up the surface.
The light of Gui Shui nourished the kidneys, with a faint mist pattern spreading.
The radiance of Ji Earth illuminated the spleen, presenting a pattern like a desert sea.
The trajectory of the sun changed, Ji An finished his cultivation, and opened his eyes.
In his pupils, a phenomenon arose: a giant tree grew vigorously, celestial thunder struck and turned it to ashes, and it instantly disintegrated into mud.
The phenomenon slowly disappeared, reflecting the sun in his eyes.
What is wood? Is it plants?
No, plants are wood, and yet not wood.
Wood is a kind of Qi, a Qi of vigorous growth, a Qi where life force is hidden. It is flowing, never confined to plants.
Ji An furrowed his brows, meditating for a long time. He felt he vaguely grasped more things.
