Seven-Colored Immortal Marrow floated silently in the deepest part of the fissure, as if condensed from seven hues of radiance. Each color flowed with a different aura of laws.
It was not large, only the size of a fist, yet it seemed to contain seven worlds. Its light flowed slowly like liquid, yet also like streaming fire—warm and gentle, but surging with power.
Wherever its radiance reached, the void trembled faintly. The immortal qi within the mineral veins gathered toward it of its own accord, while rings of ripples spread from around it, like Great Dao Markings being lightly plucked. The mineral veins that had lain dormant deep underground for years began to stir because of it.
It remained motionless, yet gave the illusion that it could shatter the void and flee at any moment. It was both mysterious and heart-stirring. This was no ordinary Five Elements Treasure, but a strand of primordial essence from the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, born to astonish the world.
Yet before its wondrous nature could reveal itself for long, Chen Xun swept his sleeve from above and took it away. There was no violent upheaval, nor any phenomenon of escape. It was simply taken away so calmly...
It was as simple as a mountain dweller casually plucking an herb in the mountains.
The sight made Qionghua Shuiyu's pupils contract slightly...
She subconsciously turned towards Daoist Priest, wanting to speak yet holding back. The latter gave a light cough and gently pressed down with his palm, signaling Qionghua Shuiyu to calm herself. All the mysteries and perils of the Immortal Realm... when all was said and done, they were merely a matter of insufficient strength and insufficient understanding.
Song Heng gave Qionghua Shuiyu a look in response. There was no need to overthink it;