Man is in the heavens, parasitic on the way

Tian Nan.

Deep within Fallen Devil Valley.

In the Medicine Garden of a cave dwelling, shrouded by layers of large arrays.

A lush and verdant vine, clinging to several white jade pillars, subtly gleamed with a metallic luster, its leaves interwoven with patterns resembling some incomplete characters.

A strong aura of vegetation spread, and a white rabbit was fast asleep at the root!

Not far away, medicinal herbs were planted neatly and orderly in the medicine field.

When Fang Ming woke up, this was the scene he 'saw'.

Then, he discovered that he had become the vine he had just seen!

"What terrible luck!" After a moment of panic, Fang Ming reluctantly accepted this reality.

He had already tried, but couldn't move at all, only instinctively absorbing some gaseous energy from the air!

Moreover, he could 'see' a fruit growing at the top of the main vine!

He had a strong intuition that once the fruit matured, he would perish!

Just at this moment, a light screen appeared before Fang Ming.

Looking at the light screen, Fang Ming was overjoyed, this was a personal attribute panel!

Host: Fang Ming

Race: Quasi-Innate Spiritual Root (A spiritual root born when heaven and earth first opened, of noble origin.)

Cultivation: None

Trait One: Flowering and Fruiting (Under normal circumstances, flowering and fruiting is equivalent to death.)

Trait Two: Innately Close to the Dao (You are a favored child of heaven and earth, naturally close to the Dao.)

Trait Three: Environmental Dependence (The stronger the heaven and earth environment you grow in, the stronger the fruit you produce.)

Next Time the Myriad Realms Gate Opens: After a thousand years.

"Does it only display attributes?" Fang Ming sighed helplessly, thinking, "After a thousand years... I'm afraid I'll be turned to ash, and the fruit will have been refined into pills!"

According to some fragmented memories from before, the fruit of the main vine would grow at an extremely fast rate every few days.

At this rate, the fruit would mature in at most a few hundred years!

At that time, it would be his death!

As a spiritual root that couldn't move, it was almost equivalent to a death sentence in four hundred years!

Just at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps came, and Fang Ming watched a young man with an ordinary appearance, wearing ancient clothes, walk towards him.

He saw that he was holding a Little Green Bottle in his hand and walked all the way to his front.

"Damn it, why is it Celestial Venerable Han!" Fang Ming completely understood where he was and knew his identity.

A Mortal's Journey to Immortality, the Mystic Heaven Immortal Vine that Han Li saved!

"I said that in the fragmented memories, the fruit's growth rate would suddenly accelerate every few days... So that's how it is!" Fang Ming smiled bitterly in his heart.

Now, it would be difficult for the fruit not to mature!

He saw that 'Han Li' poured a drop of green liquid from the bottle and dripped it onto the root of the vine.

The green liquid seeped into the vine, and Fang Ming felt a special aura appear in his body, surging towards the fruit of the main vine.

The next moment, Fang Ming felt something profound and mysterious surge into his mind!

That was a certain indescribable 'Dao' and 'Principle', the order of heaven and earth, the laws, the Great Dao!

Instantly, Fang Ming felt himself enter a state of Dao, and various profound and mysterious insights emerged in his mind.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the fruit on the main vine had actually grown a little!

This discovery immediately made Fang Ming a little anxious.

Even so, that profound and mysterious 'Dao' and 'Principle' continued to surge into his mind, completely unaffected by his state of mind.

"I must find a way to stop that fruit from growing!" As Fang Ming's thoughts raced, he tried to control the special aura in his body.

After a brief attempt, Fang Ming's heart turned cold.

He could only control a very small part; the Immortal Vine's instinct was too strong, and his consciousness as the Immortal Vine couldn't completely control everything about the Immortal Vine!

As this aura containing 'Chances of breath' flowed away, the fruit at the top of the main vine visibly grew a little larger!

"I am too weak, in the end, I am just a mortal consciousness..." As his thoughts turned, Fang Ming thought of this possibility.

Although the Immortal Vine previously had no independent consciousness, as a spiritual root born when heaven and earth first opened, its instinct was naturally far stronger than Fang Ming's consciousness!

Fang Ming ignored the various profound principles constantly surging into his mind; he controlled the aura filled with 'Chances of breath' to surge towards himself.

"I am also part of the Immortal Vine, there is no reason for this aura to be ineffective on me!" Fang Ming thought.

Inside the Immortal Vine, in a vibrant green world, extremely profound runes continuously emerged.

In this world, a vast white stream of air, like a surging river, rushed towards the top of the main vine.

At this time, a figure with a delicate appearance, looking somewhat transparent, hovered above the stream of air.

From the endlessly flowing white river of air, wisps of white air soared up and surged into this seemingly transparent figure.

As this aura containing Chances of breath entered his body, Fang Ming felt a sense of comfort he had never experienced before!

The seemingly transparent body began to evolve towards solidification!

A small tributary branched off from the white torrent below, like a dragon drawing water, continuously entering Fang Ming's body.

His spirit was growing stronger, and an unprecedented sense of fullness emerged!

After a while, the Chances of breath within the Immortal Vine were completely consumed.

After absorbing the aura containing Chances of breath, Fang Ming's form slightly solidified, and his spiritual power became much stronger.

Although the torrent of Chances of breath formed by the green liquid disappeared, the various Dao and Principles that came one after another did not disappear, but continued to surge into Fang Ming's mind.

Even if he didn't deliberately try to comprehend them, they would continuously emerge, allowing Fang Ming to naturally gain insights.

"Tsk tsk, what an incredible ability! As expected of a spiritual root born when heaven and earth first opened!" Fang Ming sighed in his heart.

He dared not imagine how terrifying it would be if this ability appeared on a cultivator!

The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth chasing after you to feed you, this is probably already the treatment of a born saint!

"If I can avoid dying when I fruit, becoming the Mystic Heaven Immortal Vine seems quite profitable, completely lying down and getting stronger..."

Shaking his head, he kicked these fantasies out of his mind; his biggest crisis hadn't been resolved yet.

Although his consciousness had grown considerably, it was still far inferior compared to the Immortal Vine's instinct.

Far from being able to suppress the instinct!

With a shift in thought, Fang Ming appeared at the root of the Immortal Vine.

Since he couldn't suppress the Immortal Vine's instinct and prevent the Immortal Vine's fruit from growing, then he might as well let the Immortal Vine grow some more branches.

The more branches there were, the less Chances of breath the fruit would receive, and its growth speed would naturally slow down!

Walking to the edge of this green world, Fang Ming reached out and pressed against the boundary wall, and some kind of fluctuation spread out.

The emerald green boundary wall continuously wriggled, and vibrant green energy gathered.

Fang Ming fully mobilized the Immortal Vine's vitality to gather here!

After he became the consciousness of the Immortal Vine, he knew how to do this; it was an instinct.

Although Fang Ming couldn't suppress the Immortal Vine's instinct, after his spiritual consciousness grew stronger, he was also able to mobilize the Immortal Vine's life energy to make it grow another branch.

In the outside world, at the emerald green root of the Immortal Vine, a small bud bulged, and green leaves could be vaguely seen curled up inside.

A few days later, Han Li, holding the Little Green Bottle, came to the Immortal Vine as usual, preparing to drip a drop of green liquid onto the Immortal Vine.

"Huh?" Han Li raised an eyebrow, muttering to himself in confusion, "It has clearly already fruited, yet it can still grow branches?"