The first of the seven spiritual seeds woke up that night.

Not slow, gradual growth, but a real awakening - like a person who suddenly opens his eyes after sleeping for thousands of years.

Su Yu was leaning against the stone wall and taking a nap. The bonfire had burned down to only dark red embers, and the only light in the stone room was the faint light emitted by the crystals in the eye sockets of the seed-keeper beast.

Suddenly, an extremely subtle sound of breaking soil came to his ears - it was not the sound of ordinary roots penetrating the soil, but some kind of roots with warm spiritual power slowly extending in the soil. With every inch of extension, the concentration of spiritual energy in the soil became stronger.

He opened his eyes and looked at the alchemy furnace in the corner of the stone room. The buds of the red sun fruit were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the two cotyledons are fully expanded, the third true leaf is pulled out from the center of the bud.

That was no ordinary true leaf—the edge of the leaf glowed with a faint red light, and golden liquid flowed in the veins. The entire leaf was like a piece of charcoal that had been burned red but had not yet ignited an open fire.

As the true leaves grow, the soil under the buds begins to bulge slightly, and a red root breaks out of the soil, swinging gently in the air like a spiritual snake.

The surface of the roots is covered with densely packed fine hairs, and each hair is emitting extremely faint golden light spots.

Su Yu walked over and squatted next to the sprout, his movements as gentle as approaching a vigilant cub.

The roots of Chiyang Fruit stopped swinging after sensing his breath, as if they recognized him.

Then it slowly extended toward his palm, with careful and gentle movements, like a blind man groping for a familiar face.

When the roots touched the nebula mark on his palm, the whole shoot suddenly trembled violently.

An extremely pure fire energy poured into his body from the roots - not an attack, but feedback.

After the Chiyang Fruit absorbed the time traces he injected into the soil, it converted the excess time traces into fire aura and gave it back to him.

The purity of the spiritual energy far exceeded any spiritual stone or elixir he had come into contact with before. It did not contain a trace of impurities. After entering the meridians, it automatically ran along the route opened by the time sequence exercise technique, and finally merged into the Dantian.

Although he has not formally practiced any spiritual energy skills, this fire spiritual energy is safely stored in the corner of his Dantian under the wrap of time marks, like a seed waiting to germinate.

He retracted his palm, and the light of the nebula mark in his palm was a little brighter than before.

The roots of the red sun fruit also slowly retracted into the soil, turning back into a seemingly ordinary bud.

But Su Yu knew that it was no longer ordinary.

The moment the roots touched his palm, he sensed the "consciousness" of this spiritual plant - not thoughts and emotions in the human sense, but a more primitive, plant-specific life pulse.

It knew who was nourishing it, who had irrigated it with its own traces of time for seven whole days, and who knew that the human squatting in front of it was the first living thing it had seen since it broke ground.

From this moment on, it recognized its master.

Su Yu sat cross-legged next to the alchemy furnace and rechecked all seven spiritual seeds.

The red sun fruit has entered the rapid growth period, and it is expected to grow its first true leaf within seven days; the growth rate of the blue heart orchid is slower than that of the red sun fruit, but the emerald green buds are also spreading slowly, and the orchid fragrance in the air is several times stronger than when it was planted.

Su Yu drops a drop of spiritual spring water on the buds every two hours. The spiritual dew is the unique essence crystallization of snow jade ginseng. Each drop contains a very light icy blue halo; the buds of the ink marrow flower are as black as ink, and their roots are deeply rooted. They have penetrated the bluestone bricks of the stone chamber and extended deeper into the ground. Su Yu felt that its roots wereActively absorbing the fluctuations of the Time clan relics remaining deep underground - this spiritual seed does not need to be watered too many times, it will find food on its own; among the three nameless seeds, only the pale golden one has grown cotyledons, and the other two are still motionless, but the pale golden light shining from the soil where they are located is brighter than the other spiritual seeds.

It’s not that they don’t sprout, it’s that they are accumulating strength.

Su Yu could sense that some extremely slow and profound changes were taking place inside the two seeds deep in the soil - as if they were waiting for a specific opportunity.

He poured water on each of the seven spiritual seeds and injected another round of time marks.

Then he leaned against the alchemy furnace and closed his eyes.

The wind and snow in the northern snowfield roared outside the stone room, and the light of the bonfire cast dancing shadows on the stone wall. The seed-keeper beast squatted at the door of the stone room and made a low and steady buzz.

Although this underground stone room is simple, it is countless times better than the mines and the stables in Blackstone Town.

At least here he can quietly water the spiritual seeds, practice quietly, and quietly wait for the fusion of the seeds of time to deepen.