The cycle of bids and silence continued for a while.
The bids resumed every time a new flower bloomed and released a higher power than before.
That magical plant seemed incredibly frail, but there was an innate resilience in its species since stems kept on growing even after so many flowers had withered.
Its struggles to find a stable form that could live for more than a few seconds were commendable, and they even inspired some of the weaker cultivators on the scene that were still discovering their individuality.
However, that sight began to trouble the elders of the Hive that had understood the entirety of the situation.
'Will it ever stop increasing its power? Can it make it to the sixth rank?'
Noah thought as he stared at the flowers blooming and withering periodically.
The continuous bidding could only benefit the Hive, but it would be a problem if the magical plant failed to find a balance right in the middle of the auction and stopped growing.
