It was not until the second month that Feng Xia suddenly woke up with a shock.
I'm bloody here to cultivate!
I want to use the power of 10 years in a dream to make up for my short cultivation period. I am not here to lament that the moon is really white and the sun is really bright!
However, Feng Xia soon discovered a new problem…
"How does a tree cultivate?"
It took him a full three days to ask this thought-provoking question in his heart—that was, if he still had a heart now.
How should a tree cultivate?
There was no dantian, no meridians, no zifu between the eyebrows, and no Mystical Wheel or mystical realm.
After all, even if a tree had developed intelligence, it was still just a tree. Even Feng Xia's many cultivation techniques did not touch on how to let a tree cultivate.
After another month, Feng Xia finally understood something.