Bang!
Without any warning, the stump suddenly flung the huge stone pressing on it high into the air, soaring several feet high.
A dense vitality breath spread out as the dead golden osmanthus, right before the eyes, began to branch out and leaf, soon blossoming into a patch of gold.
"What is this thing?"
Cao Erzhu jumped with a start, somewhat incredulous.
He swore it wasn't an illusion; a mere knee-high stump had completed, in an instant, what would usually take decades or even hundreds of years.
It had grown into a tree!
The lush and verdant golden osmanthus, in the desolate ruins of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe after the great tribulation, exuded a new breath of life after destruction, so completely out of place.
However, this was only the beginning.
Bang, bang, bang!
Soon, from all directions, grass and trees began to burst forth from the cracked earth, growing upward tenaciously and eerily, climbing upward.
Some bloomed with red and pink flowers...
