Lin Mo carried the translucent frost-jade chest back to Table Twenty-Eight, his footsteps unhurried and steady.
Above the central aisle, the overwhelming spiritual pressure radiating from ten million low-grade spirit stones had grown so dense that the cold air beneath the rafters began to condense.
A light, fragrant mist of liquid azure qi drifted down like warm celestial rain.
Tiny droplets of glowing blue dew settled on the damask tablecloths, the carved dragon pillars, and the shoulders of the frozen guests. Every breath of the air carried the sweet, pure essence of ancient mountain springs, invigorating the meridians of everyone in the room.
Old Master Mo touched a falling droplet of blue dew with his finger, rubbing the liquid against his palm.
“Liquid spirit rain,” Old Master Mo murmured in complete awe. “In ancient texts, only when supreme celestial formations ignite do ten million crystals release pure spiritual precipitation. The physical qi in this hall is purer than an immortal mountain summit! Even an ordinary mortal sitting in this room will gain three years of longevity just by breathing this air!”
Little Guo’er placed her small mittens gently on the frost-jade chest.
Through the semi-transparent stone, the Millennium Nine-Leaf Spirit Lotus pulsed with warm, vibrant life. Its nine colorful petals glowed softly, humming with gentle musical chimes that made Little Guo’er giggle with delight.
