The top of the canopy towered into the clouds and was surrounded by purple mist. It looked as if it was part of a heavenly world.

On the topmost part of the trunk of the Ancient Dao Lantern Tree, which was thicker than a circle created by ten people linking their hands together, was a bronze flower that was slowly blooming in a miraculous manner.

It was only about the size of a fist, but it revealed measureless dao light that was as bright as the sun and illuminated the heavens and earth.

In addition, a grand dao sound echoed from within and drifted out, resembling the rhythmic sounds of a morning bell and evening drum, and it was deafening.

If someone looked closely, then they would see that the budding flower had exactly forty-nine petals. Every petal gave off a different aura as if they had been branded with different parts of the great dao. It was mystical beyond comparison.

“Fifty paths, forty-nine possibilities, escape is one option, a loss rather than a supplement...”

“This flower houses the implications of heaven, like a lamp used to deduce an image, unfolding something wondrous, just like that ‘one’ that leads all things to come into being in the way of the great Dao…”

“The blessing hidden within must be extremely important!”

Some experts were muttering to themselves as their expressions...