Yang Lujia sat down to immediately refine the void tree's essence. However, when he sat down in a lotus position, he did not actually feel anything. He only felt his bloodline changing, but he was not doing it. It was like the refining was something done by somebody else.
"Fortuniel, did you do it?" Yang Lujia asked.
"No," Fortuniel replied.
"Huh? Then, why did the refining happen so fast?"
"Fortuniel also doesn't know, host. It's the host's body that directly refined the treasure—"
"Like butter? Just like that?" Yang Lujia was speechless. "Was this the reason why I can cultivate to a high level? Am I able to refine everything no matter how strong that treasure or weapon is?"
"Impossible! How can there be no changes in your body? You should have shone! Your body should have shone with light!" At this time, the old tree's voice rang inside his head.
"What's impossible?"
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!