Truly poor Wizards almost never appeared here, unless they worked here to sustain their cultivation.
Onstage, Zoe's smile remained elegant and charming. She lightly clapped her hands, signaling the attendant to bring up the next auction item.
The attendant in the emerald vine gown stepped onto the glowing mushroom platform again. This time, she held an antique round basin carved from some kind of warm white jade in both hands. It was filled with crystal-clear liquid, above which floated a dreamlike flower.
It was not a real flower. It was composed of countless extremely fine, nearly transparent strands of energy. The strands themselves emitted a soft white glow as they intertwined and spiraled, forming a complex three-dimensional structure of overlapping layers that slowly rotated without end. The whole thing existed in a strange state somewhere between tangible and illusory.
At the center of the petal-like structure, a faint yet incomparably pure milky-white core of light floated quietly, emitting peculiar waves that calmed the mind and cleared the thoughts.
Merely gazing at it made one feel as though distracting thoughts had been soothed away, while mental power became extraordinarily active and orderly.
"Honored guests, the next auction item is a treasure that nurtures mental power: the essence of Dreamweaver's Cocoon," Zoe said softly.
The moment her words fell, a wave of barely restrained gasps rose from below the stage.
Clearly, this name represented immense value among Wizards.
Zoe continued her introduction, her voice reaching everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
"Dreamweaver's Cocoon is formed from the final wisp of pure spiritual essence expelled before metamorphosis by the Dreamweaving Butterfly, a peculiar spiritual creature said to dwell in certain special planes."
"It is exceedingly rare, something that can only be encountered by chance. The one before you is the essence core among them,