He Pingsheng was naturally no exception. His divine sense also swept into the silver bottle.
The silver bottle was a specially made container for holding time origin.
Not only could this container hold time origin, it was also a Sumeru space, measuring dozens of zhang inside.
And that piece of time origin was a full zhang across, with layer upon layer of the Daoist laws of time flowing over it and surging in all directions.
There was a peculiar sensation inside the bottle.
His divine sense had clearly been inside for only a single breath, yet it felt as though endless ages had passed.
"Whew..." He Pingsheng withdrew his divine sense and took a deep breath. "Is this... the power of time?"
"So powerful!"
Whew...
Only after continuing to breathe for a while did He Pingsheng emerge from that trance of being steeped in time.
Of course, the others were much the same.
But the more this happened, the more it demonstrated the power of the laws of time.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Sang, I have three pieces of sixth-grade fire origin!" Someone had already beaten the others to making an offer.
He tossed a specially made jar straight in front of Mo Sang.
"Me, me, me..."
"I have one here..."
"This is a treasure I unearthed from ancient ruins!"
"I have a damaged heaven-reaching spirit treasure..."
In an instant, forty or fifty people made offers at once.
He Pingsheng thought for a moment, then took out an item as well.
It was a sword.
The sword's name: Dragon Firmament Sword.
Back then, He Pingsheng had obtained an ordinary [spirit treasure] flying sword from someone's storage ring-he did not even know whose-and placed it in the Treasure-Gathering Basin, enhancing it into a [Dragon Firmament Sword] and a [Flying Snow Sword].
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