The Pinnacle of Life

Now that Alex had gotten his hands on the Ancestral Bodhi Tree, he wished clearly that he could immediately place William under the tree and suppress the Soul Planting’s progress by relying on the holy energy of the Ancestral Bodhi Tree.

Unfortunately, the Ancestral Bodhi Tree had been poisoned. Not only were its leaves withering from the declining life force, but its roots were blemished with toxicity. It was some sort of demonic poison.

Under current circumstances, placing William under the tree brought no benefit, but it would, in fact, harm him instead. Hence, he needed to cleanse the Ancestral Bodhi Tree first.

“Thankfully, you have the Heavenly Self-Renewing Soil and the Chaos Tree with you!” Ancestor Bodhi smiled joyfully. “With the assistance of these two sacred objects, there shouldn’t be any problem with the recovery of my real body.”

It was far more than recovery. It was evolution. Ancestor Bodhi wore the appearance of a three year old and cackled like a hen.

In that regard, Alex was not stingy either, sparing no effort to stabilize the level of Soul Planting in his father as quickly as he could.

With his soul being immersed in the mind palace, not only did he attract a tremendous amount of Chaos Chi and inject it in the Ancestral Bodhi Tree, but he even took out Yellow Obsidian Chi and used it. Ancestor Bodhi was exalted. Although he had lived for eons, he was restricted from moving freely, and he actually never got the chance to obtain that many heavenly treasures. He certainly knew about the Yellow Obsidian Chi, but such a sacred object could only be found serendipitously.

used the Ultimate Book of Medicine to remove the poison from

the Ancestral Bodhi Tree vanished. Even the soul imprints left by Lord Buddha

had cast Soul Planting on your real body, will the generated divided soul find you

that bast*rd elephant’s trick by accident. Perhaps you can ask it. Let’s see

delighted. “Then, can you stop the Soul

I can only temporarily stabilize the soul planted in your father. The specific issue will still depend on you. Your

Bodhi’s injuries were more severe, especially his spirit. He had even become a three year old kid. If Alex had not inadvertently come to the battlefield of ancient Buddhism and found

needed to merge with the real body again now. Then,

myself with him in the Ancestral Bodhi Tree when I’m in seclusion. In this way,

him. He was still satisfied with such

over here. Let’s not talk about a great debt of gratitude. This in itself is a great merit. You