Yang Xuan stuffed the branch into his bosom, thinking that he could simply plant it later, and gave up any hope of relying on the merit gained from this to make a breakthrough, as by the time several million years passed, even his grave would no longer exist.
The divine gift of the Ju Mang clan indeed had the power to hasten the maturity of spiritual objects, however, it required the consumption of physical strength and Qi-Blood.
In the future, with tens of millions of Witch God Tribe people employing their talents together, perhaps it might have some effect!
Caught up in a sudden thought, Yang Xuan realized that he would become the source of the bloodline for millions of people, and felt a strange sense of exhilaration, as if his lineage would truly be endless.
"Senior, how should I leave the Wu God Temple?"
"Practice your cultivation patiently, and once you become a great witch, you will be able to break the seal and leave on your own."