Above the Immortal Tree, its branches and leaves swayed.
Rosy cloud light billowed, each hue distinct.
From time to time, streams of light emerged, wondrous and mysterious.
Compared to before, every Immortal Leaf was now broader and heavier, its veins and patterns clearer as well.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning slowly withdrew his gaze from within his body, from the Panel, and opened his eyes again.
The golden Immortal Flower still floated in the air above him.
Compared to before, only the scattering of golden dust had ceased.
"Immortal Flower," he murmured.
This was Shangyang Inner Scenery Ground's reward for his ascent to the three-hundredth step of the Heavenly Ladder.
Then he opened his right hand, palm facing upward.
As though it possessed Spiritual Nature, the golden Immortal Flower gave a slight sway before drifting down and landing in his palm.
It slowly rotated an inch above his palm.
Its petals were distinct, eleven in total.
The patterns on every petal brimmed with profound mystery.
Simply looking at it made his mind feel heavy, as if he had glimpsed something beyond his comprehension.
After looking at the golden Immortal Flower in his palm several times, he clenched his hand.
In an instant.
The golden Immortal Flower suddenly shattered between his fingers, turning into specks of golden light-dust that fluttered from the gaps between them.
Yet these scattered remnants of golden light did not drift away in all directions. Instead, as if drawn by an invisible force, they gathered back toward his palm through the gaps between his fingers.
As for the golden Immortal Flower he had clenched in his palm, the greater part of it now flowed through the channels of his palm and into his body.
Bzz—
A hum resounded, and his Spiritual Platform trembled.
At that moment, he