Chapter 79 Listening to Sermons Before the Buddha: The Oath (Part 2)

Xie Tian couldn't hear this word, but he was very earnest, earnestly looking at the tree root in front of him.

This root carried the only spark of life in the Doomsday Dead Land, and he longed to know whether the fate of this spark of life would burgeon magnificently or fall into oblivion, turning this place into utter desolation.

As time flew by, Xie Tian didn't know how long he had watched; when he grew tired of standing, he would squat, when tired of squatting, he would sit, and when tired of sitting, he would lie down, and so forth.

He didn't realize he was growing taller, the greenness fading slowly from his face, his previously tender features becoming firm, and fuzz gradually sprouting above his lips, his eyes fixated solely on the tree root.