"Rise!" This wasn't the first time Wang Xuan had commanded the object with such authority. He had attempted to move it thrice with sheer force, but it had not budged an inch, as if it were rooted to the bottom of the pool. 1

He finally understood why other mortals, despite their spiritual forms entering this realm to alter their destinies, could not take this object with them.0

Even he, a person who had formed a spiritual domain, couldn't move it; it was unthinkable for anyone else!0

"Come forth!" He exerted his full power, his spirit form glowing brightly as he harnessed the surrounding mysterious energies for his own use, causing a tumultuous upsurge of energy around him.0

Yet, the object remained immovable, like he was trying to lift a mountain!0

This vessel was described as a bowl, yet it was deeper than any bowl, its insides etched with a dense array of minute characters. This stirred something within him; engravings on an item of such caliber were far from ordinary—they must represent an earth-shattering secret scripture. Perhaps it was these inscriptions that the immortals had battled over.0

Digging further, Wang Xuan sensed a base that seemed akin to that of a holy grail.0

"It... it has a special fragrance?" Wang Xuan was astounded. Even in his spiritual form, a medicinal scent wafted from his fingertips. It was a moment of sheer amazement; what kind of medicine could affect the spirit? He had only encountered such a phenomenon once before when he, Old Chen, and Qingmu had navigated a flying ship through thunderous clouds...0