He realized that he had become a seed, which was very tender, but very tough.

Continuously absorbing moisture and nutrients from the soil, growing slowly, getting bigger and longer.

But the ground is so hard and it is so soft that you can't break through the soil and see the sunshine even if you try your best.

So he further absorbed water and nutrients, further grew and accumulated.

"Bang!"

Finally, after repeated attempts, he succeeded, broke through the ground and became a small bud.

Although the underground is wet and dark, and the soil is hard, there are more risks on the ground and the environment is even worse.

Sometimes there was a strong storm, sometimes there was rain, snow and hail, blowing the small buds to the point of shaking and bruising.

But the small buds are very strong and do not surrender like the harsh environment. They work hard to take root and grow strongly towards the sun.

He regards all adversity as a stepping stone for his growth and as a ladder for his continuous climbing.

He strives to grow with great desire for life.

Finally, his roots were very deep, and his branches grew very tough and tough.

After the branches grew, some thin branches began to emerge on his body and some tender buds.

Brand new life is always so fragile. Faced with a new round of storms and even worse weather, these branches are constantly broken, these tender buds continue to scatter, and the entire branches are covered with bruises.

But the roots of this little tree have become deeper and its branches have become more tenacious. It is no longer just trying to show off its strength to fight against these natural disasters, but has begun to adapt to it and strive to survive and grow in these pains.

Finally, after experiencing all kinds of hardships, the small tree grew into a big tree and adapted to all the harsh environments. Everything outside no longer became an obstacle to his growth path.

However, he still couldn't resist something called time.

As time changes, as day and night changes, the body begins to change again, and leaves continue to grow, wither and fall off.

It's repeated, and there's no end.

He gradually found that he was trapped in a prison called time, and was at his mercy, but he could do nothing.

So he began to think about how to get rid of all this and how to keep himself unchanged forever.

Gradually, he found that some things were destined to be unchanged, and gradually understood a truth.

In fact, the external change or unchange is not important, and there is no need to care too much about external factors.

The most important thing is to keep your original intention.

As long as your original intention remains unchanged, what does it have to do with external change or unchange?

This is the difference between a smart person and a wise person.

Smart people have been doing addition and know what they want to do.

Wise people are always doing subtraction and know what they should give up.

After understanding this, the big tree has wisdom and light in its mind.

He is no longer just a plant that can only grow foolishly, but has become a smart body that knows how to face this world and how to control this world.

I will remain unmoved if you are blowing wind and rain.

"It's done!"

Qin Hao roared lowly, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he had reached the entrance of the cave.

He jumped down from the drift bottle and walked towards the cave.

During the walk, he could clearly feel that his body had undergone a huge change.

After this time, from birth to germination, to tree formation, and then to wisdom.

You find that every cell, every inch of meridian, and every piece of skin on your body has undergone tremendous changes, as if you have lived again.

At this time, he also understood a problem. The original head of the Pan family should have only understood the most superficial layer of wood-raising techniques.

It simply turns yourself into a plant and uses the characteristics of the plant as your own attack method.

Little do they know that this is a great waste or a waste of wood cultivation.

The real meaning of wood cultivation is to make oneself transform and then continue to stand in the world in the form of a human being.

You can borrow the wisdom of survival from other species, but you must never throw away your roots.

Once you lose your roots, you will lose your greatest advantage.

If the head of the Pan family could understand this at the beginning, his chances of winning would be great.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough understanding and it was too wasteful to use wood cultivation techniques on him.

After thinking through all this, Qin Hao had already arrived at the deepest part of the cave without realizing it.

He focused on the surroundings and searched hard, and found that there was indeed nothing here.

There is nothing else except the surrounding mud and stones.

There are only some patterns formed by stones on the walls in the cave, and there are no runes, or handwriting or patterns with special meanings.

However, he could clearly feel that the aura emitted in this cave seemed to be the same as the black alchemy furnace.

So he took out the alchemy furnace again for observation.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the alchemy furnace buzzed, as if it was called by something.

What surprised him even more was that he found his body buzzing, which was echoing somehow with the alchemy furnace.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, something even weirder happened.

He found that the gas released from the acupoints on his body, the mouth and nose, was rushing towards the alchemy furnace in his hand and was absorbed greedily by it.

"Click!"

The alchemy furnace makes a sound, just like the sound of bone growth.

Then, the alchemy furnace slowly grew and stretched slowly until it was as high as Qin Hao before it stopped.

When I looked closely, the entire structure seemed a bit like a human.

He raised his hands high, stood firmly with his three feet, with a head in the middle and a round belly.

Qin Hao observed carefully and found that the alchemy furnace was already filled with gas from his body.

"Why do you always feel that this alchemy furnace is another body of mine?" Qin Hao was a little surprised, "or it is my body extension."

When Qin Hao thought of this, he couldn't help but start to circulate around the alchemy furnace, and he felt that his body had some mysterious connection with the alchemy furnace.

After he turned around the alchemy furnace for 49 times, he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes couldn't help but lit up: "Can it be..."

He couldn't control his excitement and immediately took out a piece of red ore from the small cloth bag and threw it into the alchemy furnace.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came from the alchemy furnace.

Three seconds later, the excitement in Qin Hao's eyes became stronger and stronger, and there was a smile on his lips, and he couldn't help but say:
Chapter completed!