The burial soil here was made of crystalline grains, flowing with five-colored radiance. In some places, it even shone with seven-colored light, accompanied by chaotic rosy clouds. Its spiritual energy was overwhelmingly dense.
This was where immortal medicines of longevity most loved to take root.
As a Burial King, Huo Heng revealed a wry, helpless smile and said that someone had set them up.
It was a small tree, only a foot tall, shrouded in white immortal mist. It was hazy and indistinct, while the leaves upon its branches glittered within the fog like tiny stars.
It had already stopped and was no longer speeding through the air.
There were three flowers blooming on the little tree, constantly changing.
One of them turned into a rain of light, leaving the tree before forming a tiny person in midair. Only the size of a fist, it tumbled down to the ground.
It sat cross-legged beneath the small tree and began comprehending the Dao.
Then, the second flower on the tree rang softly, like a bell or cauldron chiming.
Next, it too transformed into a sheet of light rain, leaving the tree and condensing into a weapon in the void. One moment it was a bell, the next a tower, then a cauldron.
In the end, the weapon was shrouded in immortal mist and wrapped in rosy light, hanging above the little person's head as it rose and fell.
As for the third flower on the small tree, it flowed with essence like a torrent, pouring down upon the little person and the weapon, tempering them both.
"Those who do not understand this medicine fight desperately for it, but anyone who knows its origins avoids it. They do not wish to become entangled with it, for fear of forming great karma," Burial