Mystical

The instant Zhao Xuan's fingertips touched the white lotus, before he could sense anything from it, the lotus suddenly burst apart like fireworks, shattering into specks of pure white fluorescence that scattered before his eyes.

Zhao Xuan blinked and stared blankly at the empty space before him for a long while.

Then he turned to Tang San, who was also staring dumbfoundedly at the scene.

Tang San's face was filled with confusion as he stared at the empty space and muttered, "That's not right. The white lotus never said it required anything special to pick it, did it?!"

Because many medicinal herbs in this world possessed peculiar properties, the methods required to harvest them varied.

For example, the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot Tang San had consumed earlier had to be picked with jade tools, or much of their medicinal potency would be lost. If the Mysterious Jade Hand had not possessed properties similar to jade, Tang San would never have dared pick them with his bare hands.

Zhao Xuan stared at Tang San blankly for a while before his heart stirred. His entire consciousness sank into his Sea of Consciousness.

Within the vast expanse, faint Purple Gold divine consciousness filled the air. At its edges, even immortals would have kept their distance from the chaos, which continually retreated as though it had encountered something terrifying, fleeing in panic as if terrified to its very core.

At the very center of the space, Zhao Xuan's Nascent Soul opened its eyes and looked around. His eyes immediately widened.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. Was this... still his own Sea of Consciousness?

If Zhao Xuan's Sea of Consciousness had previously been no larger than a well, it had now become as vast as a