After speaking with Mountain Demon, Qin Fengming had gained some understanding of the emerald gourd, but he only knew that the little gourd likely belonged to an immortal.
Something that belonged to an immortal had now fallen into his hands. Qin Fengming was not overly worried about that.
This was the Spirit Realm. After the upheaval of heaven and earth countless years ago, the Spirit Realm had been cut off from the Miro Realm. Even if the immortals of the Miro Realm possessed formidable means, descending to a lower plane was not something they could accomplish easily.
Other than powerful sects or orthodox lineages that could do so by paying an enormous price, even Rogue Cultivators were unable to descend.
Since that immortal had been able to lose both Mountain Demon and the little gourd, it was enough to show that he must have encountered something extremely dangerous—something even he himself could barely withstand.
Qin Fengming was no longer optimistic about whether that immortal was still alive.
If that immortal had already perished, then without a doubt, the little gourd had become his treasure.
Once the Spirit Gathering Array had filled the little gourd with spiritual liquid, Qin Fengming waved and lifted the emerald gourd. His eyes remained fixed upon it for a long while.
Although the little gourd was still emerald green, faint traces of four other colors—red, yellow, blue, and white—now flickered within that green.
Back then, in the Dark Sea Region, Qin Fengming had used the little gourd to absorb a several-mile-long piece of spiritual marrow. After absorbing that spiritual marrow, the little gourd, which had originally been so green it seemed ready to drip, had begun to reveal four other extremely faint colors.
Multicolored clouds drifted across the surface of the emerald little gourd, seeming to