The fortune surged straight in all directions, purifying the guests' bodies. Some with weaker cultivation actually broke through their bottlenecks under its enveloping power. Those who failed to break through still gained benefits, more or less.
As for Zhong Shan, his Root Bone remained unmoved by the eight winds. The vast fortune washed over his body, yet could not shake it in the slightest.
Of course, at that moment, people were more concerned with what the dispersing fortune had left behind.
A pool ten zhang across.
The pool was filled with black water—or something resembling black water, yet also like smoke. Zhong Shan recognized its contents at a glance: Habitual Energy. And it was Habitual Energy concentrated to the extreme. It had thickened from a gaseous state into a liquid one, showing just how terrifyingly abundant it was—far more than what had been displayed inside Corpse Mister's giant coffin in the Evil Ghost Blood Pool last time.
That was not the key. The key was that atop this liquid Habitual Energy, a tree seven zhang tall had grown. The tree was wholly white and crystalline, with nine great branches. Upon each branch grew a lotus, and every one of them was a Thirteenth Grade White Lotus!
The nine Thirteenth Grade White Lotuses seemed both illusory and real, like dreams and phantoms. They looked incomparably sacred.
A treasure! An absolute treasure.
It was said that in the past, Saint Receiving's magic treasure, at its peak, had only been a twelfth-grade Golden Lotus. This was not a Golden Lotus, but it was thirteenth-grade! Merely looking at it gave one the sensation of having one's soul cleansed.
A supreme treasure—and nine of them at once? Since when did white lotuses grow on trees?
"Those are the Nine Paths Thirteen Lotuses, the legendary treasure.