The King of Wind Fairies lightly moved his fingers, his movements elegant and nimble, as though he were playing a mysterious melody.
The Flower of Uranus spun through the air, blooming with dazzling light.
Time trickled by, and the petals slowly fell away.
When the final petal drifted down, the outer layer of the Uranus Flower's stem began to peel away. Countless threads invisible to the naked eye were drawn out like silver snakes, intertwining in the air.
The eight petals gathered together and fused, forming a spherical cluster of petals.
The threads passed through tiny holes, stringing the petal sphere together like bonds of fate.
As it took shape, a drop of Golden Blood quietly emerged.
That vast aura crashed toward them like raging waves, leaving Velin and the other two with stunned expressions.
Guided by the King of Wind Fairies, the Golden Blood and petal sphere slowly began to merge.
In an instant, phantoms appeared in the air—some solemn and majestic, some agile and graceful, some unfathomably mysterious.
Velin stared intently at those fleeting images, his eyes filled with shock and reverence.
The world prospered, living beings flourished, and an ancient chant echoed beside them. Like heavenly music, it intoxicated all who heard it.
Before long, all the phantom images dispersed like smoke, and the Golden Blood completely merged into the petal sphere.
Three minutes later, the King of Wind Fairies caught the falling petal sphere. Looking at the sphere radiating golden light, he revealed a satisfied expression.
With a wave of his hand, an ancient wooden box appeared before them.
Before the astonishment in their eyes had faded, the King of Wind Fairies opened the wooden box with another wave, revealing the petal spheres stored within.
There were seven slots. Six already held petal spheres, each of