The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
In the cavern, Lu Ye closed his eyes once more, quietly attuning himself to the sensations around him.
The Talent Tree was indeed within his Root Spiritual Orifice; when he concentrated, he could "see" this scene.
This was indeed different from before; when his focus was adequate, the Talent Tree used to appear within his sight, presenting itself as a phantom image.
Perhaps... the Talent Tree had always been in the Root Spiritual Orifice, but because he hadn't opened his orifice in the past, all he saw was the phantom in his vision?
After the orifice-opening, he could now perceive it more directly.
Since his arrival at the Spirit Stream battlefield, he had been constantly busy enhancing his cultivation, relentlessly committed to his rigorous practice, and had not taken the time to pay attention to the state of the Talent Tree until it had once again drawn in external power, prompting him to notice the changes.