How Dared You Suppress the Holy Divine Palace?

Although there were only a few wisps of faint purple mist above the puddle, Xu Xiaoshou saw hope.

"Maybe I can really cultivate the Bodhi Ancient Wood?" Xu Xiaoshou thought to himself.

People always had this idea of "If others can't, I can".

Even though Xu Xiaoshou knew that the amount of Primordial Purple Mist needed to cultivate the Bodhi Ancient Wood was far greater than he could imagine, he could not help but insert the Bodhi Root into the small puddle.

There was no special fluctuation.

The mud in the puddle was extremely soft. After the root was inserted, the few wisps of purple mist were sucked by the Bodhi Root.

Then...

"It's gone?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He looked at the Bodhi Root that did not give him any feedback and felt that the world was f*cked up.