This phoenix tree had gone through many trials by the wind and the rain and once there was a phoenix resting on it. As such, it possessed spirituality which was not found in a normal tree.
For most flora and rocks out there, even if thousand or ten thousand years had gone by, they would not possess such spirituality.
With spirituality, one could cultivate. With cultivation, one had the hope to be released from the cycle of life and death.
When Shen Lian stood in front of the phoenix tree, there was no wind, and the sky was clear. The stars were shining brightly.
He stood silently in front of the phoenix tree for a while as he examined it's every stripe. They were the marks of time, and they too represented its past observation.
Shen Lian asked suddenly, "Do you want to become human?"