บท 187: Another Evolution

The golden tree, now several meters tall, was jingling with metallic melody. The tree was fully populated with little golden words, producing ear-pleasing sounds as they swayed despite the lack of strong winds.

At the crown of this tree, a shoot had appeared—a single flower bud. It gradually grew bigger like a treasured bottle, transparent and exquisite.

No matter how one looked at it, the bud appeared more like a weapon than a flower.

A bottle grew out of it? Chu Feng was puzzled. He gazed at the tree while pondering over the peculiarity of the object.

The black yak opened his mouth wide in surprise. Wasn’t it supposed to be a flower? But, what it had there was a resplendent little bottle.

Yellow Ox’s expression immediately changed; he was very sensitive to such objects. Back at his world, flying knives were just conventional weapons—there were also mirrors, pagodas, and bells. If such weapons possessed any divinity, they would become terrifying weapons.