The Seven-Colored Immortal Marrow hovered silently in the deepest part of the rift, as though condensed from seven hues of radiance. Each color flowed with a different aura of Law Power.
It was not large, only the size of a fist, yet it seemed to contain seven worlds. Its light flowed slowly like liquid, like streaming fire—gentle yet surging.
Wherever its radiance reached, the void trembled faintly. The immortal aura within the mineral veins spontaneously gathered toward it, while ripples spread outward from its body, as if the veins of the Great Dao had been lightly plucked. Mineral veins that had lain dormant beneath the earth for countless years began to stir.
It remained perfectly still, yet gave the illusion that it might pierce through the void and flee at any moment. It was mysterious and heart-palpitating. This was no ordinary Five Elements treasure, but a wisp of Origin essence from when heaven and earth first opened—born to astonish the world.
Yet before its wondrousness could reveal itself for long, Chen Xun simply swept his sleeve from above and took it away. There was no upheaval, no phenomenon of escape. It was taken away just that calmly...
As simply as a mountain villager casually plucking an herb from the hills.
The sight made Qionghua Shuiyu's pupils contract slightly...
She instinctively looked toward Dao Master, wanting to speak but stopping herself. The latter gave a light cough and gently pressed his palm downward, signaling Qionghua Shuiyu to calm herself. All the mysteries and dangers of the Immortal Realm... when all was said and done, they merely meant one's strength was insufficient and one's understanding inadequate.
Song Heng gave Qionghua Shuiyu a meaningful look. There was no need to dwell on it; the urgent matter now was to move this entire sea