The Hellflower, once increasingly vivid and dazzling, now looked somewhat wilted. Its petals seemed drained of all moisture, dry and shriveled like they had gone limp, their former brilliance reduced to a dull gray.
The strength that had once supported the ten-thousand-jin giant coffin seemed to have vanished along with the Hellflower's withering. With a bang, the giant coffin crashed to the ground, crushing the supporting petals outward in all directions, tearing apart the tissue beneath and pressing it into wrinkles.
At the sight, Bai Tiansong and the others' eyes nearly spat fire. Their hearts ached as though hundreds, thousands of knives were carving their flesh. What a reckless waste of heaven's gifts! The Hellflower was ruined just like that—utterly hateful.
Wen Jingjing, however, unhurriedly walked around the Blood Crystal Giant Coffin. With a casual gesture, the scattered Hellflower petals on the ground, like strips of peeled human skin, flew into her hand. She carefully placed them against her chest.
No one present was a fool. Seeing this, their initial heartache swiftly turned to unwillingness. Even a withered Hellflower likely possessed heaven-shaking medicinal effects. Unfortunately, they had been poisoned and could barely save themselves, much less fight over the Hellflower.
Only Xiang Yang, watching this scene, thought of many things. Though a blooming Hellflower was gorgeous and varied, it was also fiercely toxic, making people love it yet unable to approach it. Like creatures in nature, the more beautiful they were, the more dangerous.
The reason the Hellflower had withered was that it had released the poison within it. Thus, the toxic thing that had once been impossible to approach had now become the purest treasure under heaven.
Wen Jingjing had used this flower to scheme against the experts present while also expelling its poison—a plan that killed two birds