Mi Xi's Little Treasury

Chen Fusheng's body stiffened as he strained to peer toward the figure holding Treasure Basin Star in his palm.

But it was too far away, as if separated by one Great Universe after another. The outline of that somewhat archaic figure seemed to have stepped into eternity, hazy and indistinct.

Chen Fusheng felt the terror of gazing into an abyss. What did this figure represent? Even set against the scene of it holding Treasure Basin Star in its palm, it appeared even more majestic!

Was it a powerful being still alive, a remnant of Prehistoric Civilization, or some great existence standing beyond the universe?

Chen Fusheng frowned. He kept feeling that the figure was moving, as though chasing Pure Yang Continent.

He muttered to himself, becoming even more convinced that Pure Yang Continent was moving...

For now, the gourd was extremely cautious as it collected the red substance.

The series of sights Chen Fusheng had seen gradually faded. Treasure Basin Star was still Treasure Basin Star, with only the four Bronze Saplings remaining.

Chen Fusheng nervously asked the gourd whether Treasure Basin Star might have an owner.

The gourd did not answer any of Chen Fusheng's questions.

Instead, it warned Chen Fusheng that he needed to show respect toward Treasure Basin Star!

Chen Fusheng's heart felt heavy. The gourd was unwilling to explain further, which suggested that this was far beyond a level he could touch.

The gourd's attitude toward Treasure Basin Star was obvious: let it develop, do not interfere, and do not disturb it. As for certain transactions, they could naturally continue; there was no need for him to ask about them.

Chen Fusheng had now abandoned the idea of drawing any energy from Treasure Basin Star with the star map.

Besides, these were his brother race's people.