Zhou Yi performed the Jade Dew Art; life force and mana converged at his fingertips, condensing into a viscous liquid.
At first, it was emerald and crystal-clear; as lifespan was consumed, it turned ink-green.
Five hundred years of lifespan poured in, and the Creation Dew turned from ink to gold, strands of golden silk weaving through the liquid.
The Creation Dew Drops fell on the tree root; at the core, the tender green quivered slightly, instantly absorbing all the liquid.
"It works!"
Zhou Yi's face lit with joy; he swallowed a pill to restore mana, and swept his divine sense over the tree root, carefully probing for changes.
After the tree root absorbed the Creation Dew, there was no burgeoning growth, only a sprouting of life; the original area of tender green expanded by a trace.
"As long as there's change, that's enough; I, this humble Daoist, have lifespan to spare."
