Chapitre 1181: Soft And Hard

Davis's eyes shot open as he found himself in a wooden room. His sapphire eyes shone with a dark hue as he let his death-like energy flow around him. Abruptly, the sheet, pillow, and mattress below him, along with the wooden bed, began to wither like they were a frail material, except they were part of the wooden house's King Grade wood.

Davis stopped using it as suddenly a pure white light erupted around him, causing the withering bed to become still before it began to regrow as if its cells were being reconstructed. 

He didn't bother with what the sheet, mattress, or pillow was made of, but the fact that it regrew must mean that they are a part of plant cells as well.

It healed at a faster rate than it withered, but Davis knew that it was because he was using Fallen Heaven's white tendrils to use the life-like energy instead of his own comprehension like he had used the death-like energy.