As Elder Xieling began to impart his wisdom, the atmosphere around them became charged with a palpable sense of anticipation. The disciples, eager and attentive, hung on to every word, their hearts pounding in their chests as they felt the stirrings of a Dao seed beginning to form within them.
This was no ordinary seed. It was a seed of enlightenment, a spark of understanding that could ignite the soul and transform the mundane into the extraordinary. It was a seed that carried the potential for great power, but also great responsibility.
As the seed took root in their heart, the disciple could feel a shift in their energy. What was once a gentle, flowing stream of energy within them began to churn and roil, transforming into a torrent of demonic energy that threatened to consume them.