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Join the ServerSu Liyue’s fingertips trembled slightly. Yet, just as they were about to brush against the flower’s stem, she abruptly withdrew her hand.
She gazed at the empty jade bottle suspended within her storage ring. How could such a mundane artifact ever be worthy of containing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth?
The Seven-Colored Lotus was a rare treasure, a marvel born of creation itself. If forcibly plucked, its spiritual energy would likely dissipate before it even left the cavern. Moreover…
She recalled the words her master from the Spirit Realm had once imparted: “To harvest herbs while preserving their roots is to witness true longevity.”
The presence of both the Silver Lotus as a guide and the Seven-Colored Lotus as its response indicated that this place’s ley lines already held profound mysteries.
To sever the spiritual ley line for a momentary gain would be to risk an irreparable loss for a thousand years.
If everyone were to deplete resources without thought for the future, even the vast cultivation world would eventually face scarcity, much like the Xuanxiao Divine Phoenix clan, who ceaselessly sought out various wondrous flames.
The more potent the flame, the more stringent the conditions for its genesis, which, despite their innate talent, made it increasingly difficult for their clan to truly distinguish themselves.
Many Divine Phoenixes struggled their entire lives to advance even an inch in their pursuit of the Human Dao Body realm, with some even reduced to spirit pets, forever stripped of their transcendence.
‘Had I truly been too optimistic?’ he mused.
However, when Ye Xingchen led Su Liyue and Mu Wanqing, following the fragrant trail, they found no Seven-Colored Lotuses there.
All that existed were nascent flower buds, not yet fully formed, their colors barely discernible.
Ye Xingchen slowly stepped forward, gently touching the spiritual plant, still tightly clasped in its bud.
The fist-sized bud was entirely crystalline, like translucent jade, with iridescent seven-colored light swirling across its surface.
Yet, this radiance flickered between bright and dim, clearly indicating it was far from maturity.
Carefully, he parted the surrounding spiritual mist, revealing delicate spiritual patterns on the flower stem that seemed to undulate like living veins, inhaling and exhaling rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth with every subtle pulse.
“This Seven-Colored Lotus…” he murmured softly, his divine sense meticulously sweeping over every inch of the plant.
As a cultivator, he was intimately familiar with the properties of such heaven-defying treasures.
The seven spiritual veins at the base of the bud were not yet fully connected, and the central pistil was still enveloped in a layer of primordial chaos.
To harvest it now would yield less than thirty percent of its full medicinal efficacy.
Mu Wanqing, her curiosity piqued, leaned closer, a few specks of spiritual light clinging to her hair.
“Xingchen, this flower is truly peculiar,” she exclaimed. “I can even feel it breathing.”
Ye Xingchen nodded faintly, then gathered a wisp of verdant light at his fingertip and gently tapped the calyx.
Instantly, the entire spiritual plant quivered softly, releasing an intoxicating, refreshing fragrance that permeated the air.
She noticed the flower’s roots were deeply embedded within a piece of Spirit-Communicating Jade Marrow, while dozens of unsprouted lotus seeds lay scattered in the surrounding soil.
“It appears this is a natural spiritual herb garden,” he remarked, thoughtfully surveying his surroundings.
The spiritual dew clinging to the rock walls and the companion spiritual herbs growing on the ground were all silently nurturing this immature wonder.
If it were forcibly taken, not only would this small pocket of heaven and earth be ruined, but the lotus seeds would likely never sprout.
Mu Wanqing suddenly gasped. “Look!”
A golden thread unexpectedly burst forth from the tip of the flower bud, tracing an intricate Dao pattern in the air before vanishing in an instant.
Ye Xingchen’s pupils contracted.
This was a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth, irrefutable proof of the item’s extraordinary nature.
He withdrew his hand, his magic school uniform stirring a gentle breeze. “We arrived a century too soon.”
His tone held both regret and a touch of satisfaction.
As a cultivator, he understood the paramount importance of aligning with the opportune moments of heaven.
The fact that this spiritual herb chose to reveal itself now might well be a subtle revelation from the cosmos.
Just as indicated by the Qimen Dunjia array Ye Xingchen had previously set, the Xun Palace, being one of the four cardinal palaces, contained heavenly stems each possessing dual profound mysteries.
Beyond the omen of decline that foretold the demise of the two cultivators, there was also the auspicious sign of Yi Wood encountering Ding Fire at its peak of prosperity, symbolizing the brilliance of wood and fire.
This was a propitious formation, with Yi Wood signifying the nascent formation of spiritual herbs and Ding Fire representing the flourishing of spiritual energy, indicating that rare spiritual plants were destined to grow here.
Furthermore, the Zhifu matching with Tianchong Star only amplified the extraordinary nature of the creations birthed in this place.
It was merely regrettable that Yi Wood had not yet reached its official position, meaning the spiritual herb was still lacking some essential maturation, thus not fully ripe.
Nevertheless, the capacity to nurture such heaven-defying treasures unequivocally proved the extraordinary nature of this place.
Had it not been for a matter of grave importance, those two cultivators would not have fought to the death.
Ye Xingchen vaguely sensed that some unknown secret might still be hidden within.
Pondering further, and considering the two Bagua arrays, perhaps… this place truly held clues regarding their path home.
Just then, Qizai’s graceful figure suddenly paused, and a gleam of surprise flashed in her intelligent eyes.
She parted her crimson lips, her voice like the clear tinkling of a spring.
“Master, hurry!” Her slender, delicate hand pointed forward. “There’s… something good here~”
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