Chen Lin's eyes flickered, and his interest deepened.
A treasure that could bring an ordinary cultivator to prominence and allow him to build a large tribe had to be extraordinary.
The old man swallowed and continued, "There's a Colored Light Orb in that Secret Realm. It's utterly wondrous. Even with my grandfather's strength as a Mid-Rank Immortal, he couldn't get anywhere near it. But just basking in its light from a distance could increase his strength."
"Oh? Just being illuminated by its light could improve your cultivation? It could still help someone at your grandfather's level advance?"
Chen Lin finally took the matter seriously.
The Mid-Rank Immortal the man spoke of was a Golden Core Cultivator.
If the treasure's light alone could improve a Golden Core Cultivator's cultivation, then the treasure itself would at least be useful to a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Its value went without saying.
"Yes, it still benefited my grandfather. The most amazing thing is that the orb releases different colors of light for different people. Each color improves something different. Some improve cultivation, others improve spiritual sense, and still others improve soul force or physique force."
With a strange expression, the old man gave him a general account.
The more Chen Lin heard, the more astonished he became. To think such a wondrous treasure existed in this world-it truly broadened his horizons.
He immediately pressed, "What colors does the orb produce, and what power does each correspond to?"
If it really was as miraculous as the man claimed, he would have to take a look if the opportunity arose.
This went well beyond the bounds of an ordinary treasure.
The old man answered, "According to the accounts passed down orally through my lineage, the orb has the same seven colors as a rainbow: red, yellow, blue,