"What is this?"
Youzhen was slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to look closer, his vision blurred, and a layer of white mist veiled his eyes.
The mine now looked like flowers glimpsed through fog, dreamlike and illusory, hazy and indistinct.
"Fellow Daoist Youzhen, I've been waiting for you."
A voice came from the mist. Holding a flower basket, True Person Guan Xu slowly walked over.
His expression was deferential. He raised a hand and pointed, and a bud in the basket slowly blossomed. A colorful butterfly flew out of the flower and hovered in midair.
The butterfly gently fluttered its wings and spoke in a human voice. "Junior Martial Niece Youzhen, thank you for testing whether this place was safe for me."
Youzhen's expression changed. "True Lord Xuan Cheng?!"
"Indeed, it is I." The butterfly nodded slightly, a trace of pleasure in his voice.
Youzhen's expression shifted again and again. Forcing himself to remain calm, he asked, "True Lord, have you stopped this disciple because you have instructions for me?"
Seemingly certain of victory, the butterfly actually had the leisure to explain. "I came here for that thing."
He indicated that Youzhen should look at the strange wisp. "This is called [Profound Separation Mother]. It has neither form nor substance and is wondrous beyond measure. It is a great treasure of this world, containing a thread of reality."
"Ordinary methods cannot touch it at all. Only Dream Dao divine abilities like mine can capture it."
He paused, his tone growing even more pleased. "With this wisp that accompanies the Profound Li Mother Crystal, I can drain the mother essence from the entire mineral vein and refine it into my dream. Then the boundary between my dream and the real world will surely blur once more."
Youzhen looked