Within the great hall on the back of the dragon whale.
Shi Lan sat on the ground, a nine-colored golden lotus floating above her head and raining down thick auspicious energy to nourish her body.
She had opened the Burial Realm on the arena, and the flesh, bones, and sinews within her body had suffered some damage. She needed time to recover.
This golden lotus was a ninth-rank rare treasure. Its nine petals contained the energies of the five elements, yin and yang, thunder, and fire. It had endured at least two million years to reach such a level.
The essence of heaven and earth, extracted layer by layer through its nine petals, had become exceptionally pure—almost second only to origin power. Even ordinary Supremes could not hope to obtain it, and it greatly benefited the growth of one's Dao Fruit.
Once Shi Lan condensed her own Dao Fruit, this golden lotus would prove quite useful.
Just now, if not for the sake of this nine-colored lotus, Ling Yun would already have attacked Miao Yan.
Nourished by the auspicious energy, Shi Lan's injuries had completely healed in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Her cultivation had now reached the peak of the Luotian Realm; one more step would take her to Dao Severing.
She could enter the Dao Severing Realm at any time, but without finding a suitable method, rashly attempting to sever her Dao would be tantamount to courting death.
As Shi Lan finished cultivating, the nine-colored lotus in the air slowly closed, transforming into a bud before falling silent.
"You can keep this nine-colored lotus with you. I've checked it over; Miao Yan didn't tamper with it."
Hearing Ling Yun's words, Shi Lan slowly opened her eyes and took the nine-colored lotus