"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree? This piece of junk is called the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree?" Zhang Xiaohua stared at the utterly ordinary bamboo in his hand in disbelief. Only its seven bamboo joints seemed remotely connected to the name "Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree." Whether it was "treasures," "wonderful," or "tree," none of them had the slightest relation to it!
"Good heavens! Those old monks of Great Forest Temple... really knew how to name things!" As Zhang Xiaohua gave the Great Forest Temple monks a thumbs-up in his heart, he sifted through the things that had just been transmitted into his mind. Unfortunately, aside from the clear name, everything else was hazy—even its method of use was absent.
"Sigh, it must have fought the Wind Pearl for so long that everything was exhausted, leaving it no time even to write down its last words! I wonder what grandiose name that Nine-Ranked Lotus Platform has!" Thinking this, Zhang Xiaohua boredly tossed the so-called Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree into his belt. Perhaps in ancient times, it truly had been an immensely important treasure of the Great Forest Temple monks. But now, only a trace of Buddhist light remained. It even needed the lotus platform's aid to suppress a Wind Pearl—it was long past its former glory!
When Zhang Xiaohua endured the pain and dripped another drop of blood onto the Nine-Ranked Lotus Platform, the same thing happened as with the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. First came a faint Buddhist light, followed by nine colors—white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, and black—flashing across the platform. Finally, nine lotus flowers, each a different color, appeared on the nine-ranked platform before vanishing without a trace. At the same time, some hazy information surfaced in Zhang Xiaohua's mind.
What nearly made Zhang Xiaohua's jaw hit