The two fingers came together, guided by Divine Thought, using Spiritual Power as a bridge, carefully lifting the Seven-Heart Bodhi.
"Go!"
The Seven-Heart Bodhi emitted a faint buzzing sound, with dreamlike seven-colored light flowing from its seven apertures. The light, as thin as silk, gently entwined the thick trunk of the Purple Yunting Tree.
"Condense!"
Shen Xuan softly commanded, tapping his fingertip lightly.
The Seven-Heart Bodhi transformed into a stream of seven-colored light, silently merging into the deepest core of the Purple Yunting Tree like a drop of water entering the ocean.
In an instant.
The entire Purple Yunting Tree trembled violently.
It was as if something had been awakened from a long slumber.
All the leaves on the crown of the tree moved without wind, creating a mystical symphony of countless Buddhist chants and whispers.
