Under the gaze of the crowd, Jiao Xiuyuan opened the wooden box.
A transparent "slip" as thin as cicada's wing, emitting a gentle white glow, slowly floated into the sky.
"Heavenly Spirit True Flower!" A cultivator couldn't help exclaiming in the venue.
More shockingly, some were so amazed by the beauty of the Heavenly Spirit Flower that they stood up right at the spot.
Strangely enough, the Heavenly Spirit True Flower was obviously sealed in a flat surface, but when viewed by others, no difference was discerned.
It was as if a real flower was blooming slowly before one's eyes, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
You could even smell the faint fragrance from the flower.
Seeing everyone in the venue silent and captivated by the beauty of the Heavenly Spirit, Jiao Xiuyuan smiled triumphantly and pointed lightly towards the transparent slip in the air.
