At the same time, in Qiu Yan's study, he was writing something. The brush in his hand flickered faintly with light, and as its tip swept down, it left behind lines of glowing words.
An indescribable aura filled the entire study, bringing with it a strange artistic conception. Within it, the thoughts and intentions of living beings seemed to bathe in a fine rain; amid the chill, their minds grew ever clearer.
Yet aside from Qiu Yan, there was no one else in the study. Only Ginseng Baby and the others were soaking in the Stone Basin, drifting continuously. Their bodies were steeped in ripples formed from Fortune, becoming increasingly dense and refined, while the parts exposed above the water basked in the room's artistic conception, looking more and more at ease.
From afar, the Stone Basin resembled a bowl of simmered medicinal broth, constantly giving off an enticing fragrance.
However, that fragrance differed depending on who perceived it. To someone like Qiu Yan, it was like a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, containing everything and rich in nourishment. Swallowing it would benefit his cultivation and allow him to advance further.
To cultivators of considerable attainment, it was an even greater tonic. Swallowing it and ascending to immortality on the spot was not impossible.
But to ordinary cultivators and mortals without cultivation, this basin contained not an immortal pill, but poison. Once consumed, the best possible outcome would be exploding to death and having one's soul enter the Netherworld. In the worst case, both life and soul would be annihilated.
Setting down his brush, Qiu Yan's gaze swept over the Stone Basin once more, and that thought sprang into his mind again—
Where exactly did the Fortune world connected to this Stone Basin come from?
Yet this question did not trouble him,