Since he couldn’t think of a solution for now and hadn’t noticed anything special about it, with no other ideas at the moment, Shawn Carter casually put the handful of soil into the pot of the withered flame tree, then turned around, planning to tidy up his own things first, find someone to repair the wall and bed, and then study this handful of soil he had brought back...

Before Shawn Carter could even turn around, right after he put the soil into the flowerpot, the withered flame tree immediately seemed to ignite, radiating a scorching fiery glow. Every withered branch emitted a bright red light, waves of heat flowed out, and the soil in the pot glowed red, flickering slightly.

In the next moment, the originally small and withered flame tree instantly began to grow larger, its branches rapidly extending, and special leaves tinged with red among the green sprouted directly, the foliage becoming lush in the blink of an eye—it had come back to life.

What followed was like the legendary “dead wood in spring, tree reborn”—things only read about in books or heard of in myths—now happening right before his eyes.

Shawn Carter’s eyes widened in disbelief, utterly stunned by what he saw. The shock of that moment could only be felt by someone who experienced it firsthand: in the blink of an eye, dead wood revived, and the withered tree quickly grew to half a meter tall, its branches and leaves budding as if it had instantly gone through countless cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Then, to his amazement, fruit began to form.

Normally, there’s nothing strange about a tree growing, but for dead wood to revive and transform like this in an instant was simply miraculous.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz...” Just then, Shawn Carter suddenly saw the flowerpot below start to expand, glowing red, the soil inside increasing, and the pot being stretched much larger, now clearly on the verge of bursting.

The soil—it was the effect of that soil. Only now did Shawn Carter realize what was happening.

Looking again at the state of the flowerpot, Shawn Carter reached out and grabbed the handful of soil he had just placed inside, taking it back into his hand. He felt that less than half of it remained, yet the effect it had caused was unimaginably powerful.

After Shawn Carter took the soil back into his hand, the soil, the flowerpot, and the ever-growing flame tree finally stabilized.

“Whew...” Only then did Shawn Carter let out a long breath—the scene just now had been too astonishing.

At this moment, Shawn Carter looked again at the small, unremarkable handful of soil in his right hand, his eyes now full of delight. This was definitely not ordinary soil—this was a true treasure.

And not just any treasure. Now, thinking back to the place he’d been swept into by the golden vortex, Shawn Carter was even more shocked. What kind of place could possibly produce something like this?

Shawn Carter clearly remembered what his ancestor had said: back then, their family had suffered heavy losses to obtain the seedling of this flame tree, but it had withered and failed to survive, much to the ancestor’s regret. He had also said that if it could grow, it would have effects similar to the The Brooks Family’s ten-thousand-year-old Profound Ice Tree. It was well known that the The Brooks Family had remained powerful for three thousand years, serving as the leader of the Six Clans Alliance for a thousand years straight, all thanks to that Profound Ice Tree.

This showed just how important the flame tree was, and once it withered, there was nothing to be done—otherwise, the ancestor wouldn’t have given it to him so casually. The ancestor had kept it for nearly a hundred years and must have tried every possible method. Now, right before his eyes, the dead wood had revived in an instant, and three fruits had even formed on it.

And this was just from absorbing a tiny bit of power. If it absorbed it all... Shawn Carter couldn’t even imagine what would happen.

“Thank goodness, the adventure wasn’t in vain after all—this treasure is amazing!” Shawn Carter muttered to himself happily, then hurriedly found a bag to store the soil. He found that the soil didn’t affect the bag at all, so Shawn Carter kept it close to his body.

Even after putting it in the bag, Shawn Carter still felt uneasy. He then circulated his power and sensed the location of the golden vortex. Ever since the golden vortex had passed through his body, he seemed to have developed a closer connection to it.

Shawn Carter simply tied the bag securely below his lower dantian, right where it corresponded to the golden vortex. The golden vortex was spinning and emitting a faint sound, which, surprisingly, seemed to have some effect on the bag of soil. Since even the ancestor couldn’t detect the golden vortex at all, Shawn Carter felt that keeping the treasure under its influence would make it even safer, as this thing was just too precious and valuable.

A man’s wealth is his own ruin by attracting others’ greed—Shawn Carter was now worried that this might bring him trouble or disaster, so he was being extra cautious.

“Hmm... hmm...” Just as Shawn Carter was carefully considering how to keep the bag of soil close and pondering what kind of treasure it was to be so astonishing, he suddenly caught a whiff of an enticing aroma. The fragrance was a hundred times more tempting than any delicacy Shawn Carter had ever tasted, and it was coming from the three baby-fist-sized, red fruits that had formed on the now half-meter-tall, revived flame tree.

Shawn Carter loved to eat and play, and as soon as he smelled the aroma, his mouth started to water. He had never eaten anything so delicious before; just the scent alone surpassed everything he had ever tasted.