The moment Lu Xuan heard the crisp cry of a phoenix, he thought of a certain possibility, and a deep joy involuntarily surfaced on his face.
His figure transformed into a streak of flowing light, and he arrived at the core spirit field area where numerous high-rank spirit plants were being cultivated.
As soon as he entered, he felt the surrounding space filled with a scorching hot qi wave, and when he looked up, a pair of golden phoenix phantoms were dancing gracefully in the air.
Their figures were agile, and as their tails swept by, strands of pale-golden flames flashed by.
Below the phoenix phantoms, the originally charred and unremarkable Phoenix Wood also underwent not a small change, the burnt bark seemingly ready to fall off, revealing the dark golden patterns underneath.
Lu Xuan's mind focused on the charred wood, and he immediately noticed that the progress bar below was only a hair's breadth from being full.
"I'll lend you a helping hand!"