Chapter Nineteen: The Miniature Treasure Hall

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The cosmic spirits possess extraordinary talents, each one proud beyond measure. They rarely stay in one place for long. Was this one raised amidst the sea of flowers, or has it dwelled here since ancient times, unwilling to leave its homeland out of nostalgia?

Feng Shang murmured softly, pondering this possibility.

“Her origins are irrelevant to me. I only need to find the Ancient Seed,” Feng Shang shook his head, dismissing his thoughts, his eyes immediately radiating a brilliant azure light.

The Dance Deity had promised him: one Ancient Seed in exchange for a celestial blossom. If he were to find seventy or eighty of them, he would obtain a multitude of celestial flowers, and might even cultivate a flower that would astonish the cosmos.

This notion filled Feng Shang with excitement, quickening his pace.

The pitch-black prison was shrouded in eternal darkness, its end unseen, pervaded everywhere by the lingering and scorching laws of antiquity.

The nine-tailed cosmic spirit, its immense snowy body stretched across the land, lay where the black-and-white rivers broke at its heavenly tails, a sight both awe-inspiring and surreal.

Half an hour later.

Feng Shang leapt over the nine heavenly tails, arriving beneath the cosmic spirit’s belly. The warmth here was unmistakable. The sleek, delicate fur rose and fell rhythmically, carrying waves of heat.

It was the body temperature of the nine-tailed cosmic spirit, making this place unlike the coldness elsewhere.

Feng Shang paused for a moment, then pressed onward, crossing its enormous waist, snowy back, and neck. At last, he beheld the face of the nine-tailed cosmic spirit—a head of unparalleled beauty, pure white and exquisite.

“This... truly is beautiful...”

Feng Shang’s pupils contracted, and he could not help but murmur. The contours of the nine-tailed cosmic spirit’s face were gentle, its features refined and delicate; though an alien being, it possessed an indescribable allure.

It reminded him of a star beast from the Aura Cosmos, the Nine-Tailed White Fox—snowy white, innately enchanting, cunning and lovely.

Yet this cosmic spirit was no white fox.

Her appearance far surpassed the fox in beauty.

Because she slept, her snow-white eyelids were gently closed, giving her a dreamy, sweet look, as if lost in pleasant dreams.

Within those eyelids, a faint slit appeared, and as it opened ever so slightly, a seductive, mysterious purple light shone forth from her eyes. This gaze held an indescribable magic, stirring the soul, causing the body to tremble, the veins to pulse, and even evoking the absurd urge to step forward and gently kiss her.

Feng Shang was utterly entranced for a moment.

“You are under her enchantment. Wake up.”

World God Extinction Talisman vibrated, and Qing E’s calm voice came, a thunderous jolt.

Instantly, Feng Shang snapped back to himself, clarity bursting from his eyes.

“What just happened to me?” Feng Shang wondered in alarm. Looking again, the nine-tailed cosmic spirit was indeed beautiful, but not to the extent of overwhelming the mind. Everything that had just occurred felt like a dream.

“You’re not skilled enough to glimpse the true visage of a peerless cosmic spirit. Use the Aura of Creation,” Qing E snorted.

Feng Shang was startled, quickly obeying. Chaos energy surged forth, covering his eyes, and a crystalline brilliance flashed, revealing the truth behind illusions.

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The youth’s mind instantly grew tranquil, undisturbed by external influences.

“This cosmic spirit’s enchantment is unparalleled, reaching directly to the soul. Without extraordinary resolve, any being would willingly go through fire and water for her with a single glance. If she had fully opened her eyes just now, you would already be her soul servant.”

“How terrifying,” Feng Shang’s heart raced. The old turtle at the other end of the Star Sea was said to possess the strongest defense, but this nine-tailed cosmic spirit had her own unique strength—an irresistible charm that could seize souls without a trace.

Whistling winds accompanied her breathing, sweeping sand and stones, collapsed mountains sent flying for hundreds of miles.

Thankfully she was asleep; otherwise, who knows what havoc would ensue.

Feng Shang let out a breath, steadying his nerves. Then he released his powerful divine sense, searching for any anomaly here, not missing even the faintest spatial fluctuation.

Strong beings often hide their treasures by carving out a safe space, engraving layers of restrictions and deadly arrays. Most of the divine realms Feng Shang had visited operated thus.

Perhaps there was a hidden world around this cosmic spirit.

Boom!

Just then, the nine-tailed cosmic spirit turned slightly in her sleep.

Even this tiny movement made the earth tremble, thunderous rumbles echoing.

“That is—!”

Suddenly, Feng Shang cried out in surprise.

Between the colossal snow paws of the nine-tailed cosmic spirit, after she shifted, a magnificent and mysterious palace was revealed!

The palace shimmered with brilliant light, overflowing with treasure aura, immediately marking it as extraordinary.

Yet it was minuscule, no bigger than a fingernail. Compared to the enormous body of the nine-tailed cosmic spirit, it was less than a speck of dust—easily overlooked if not for its dazzling radiance and cascading treasure glow.

It lay tucked right beneath her head.

“Could this palace be the place where she hides her treasures? Or is it a trap?”

Feng Shang stared at the tiny palace, his gaze heated, yet suspicion soon arose. He had never seen treasures hidden so openly; it was simply too conspicuous.

Was this cosmic spirit oblivious?

Or was she so supremely confident in her own strength that no one could ever take her treasures?

“Hm, there’s something remarkable inside,” Qing E’s tone was uncharacteristically uncertain. “I sense a kindred aura—faint, but present. Within that palace should be an extraordinary Extinction Talisman, not inferior to mine.”

“You mean a World God-level Extinction Talisman?” Feng Shang’s eyelids twitched violently.

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“Most likely,” Qing E replied gravely.

Talisman spirits could sense one another; the aura inside closely resembled his own, of the same rank.

World God Talisman...

Feng Shang’s pupils contracted, his heart thundered, and his breath grew rapid. Only when an Extinction Talisman reached sixteen seals could it be prefixed with “World God.”

Such talismans were exceedingly rare. In the current era, almost no one could craft them.

In the ancient era of the Aura Cosmos, miracles abounded within chaos. Three thousand World God Talismans once soared forth. Alas, as epochs shifted and cosmic wars erupted, most of those ancient talismans were destroyed. Those that survived are treasures among treasures.

Yet now, in this black prison, within that fingernail-sized palace, there was one!

“Don’t rejoice too soon. The talisman spirit inside is extremely weak, far from my full strength. Even if it was once glorious, its power now is greatly diminished...” Qing E’s words carried a touch of regret.

“As long as the talisman spirit survives, it can recover. When the time comes, I’ll ask Grandpa Nine Mad to help, and then I’ll have two World God Talismans!”

Feng Shang’s eyes burned with excitement, his voice trembling slightly.

The World God Talisman coveted by the Domain God Lord, and he alone would possess two—what an unrivaled sense of pride and accomplishment.

Qing E fell silent. The youth’s so-called Nine Mad was indeed the one who created him.

That old man in green, master of talisman arts, unmatched in the Aura Cosmos, extremely solitary and proud, but shared a trait with Nine Star—an unrestrained indulgence in spoiling Feng Shang...

If he helped, it was indeed feasible.

“Calm yourself. Think carefully about how to retrieve it.”

Feng Shang’s fiery heart gradually cooled; the more crucial the moment, the more he must remain clear-headed.

He thought rapidly, ideas for entering the palace swirling in his mind—snatching it outright, stealthily stealing it, or silently infiltrating and searching within...

“With the Aura of Creation, I am invincible. Let me try the safest method first.”

Feng Shang pondered quietly. Before long, he approached the tiny palace soundlessly through the void.

During this, the nine-tailed cosmic spirit continued her steady breathing, showing no signs of waking.

Yet Feng Shang dared not be careless.

After all, the palace only appeared after the nine-tailed cosmic spirit turned over, almost as if deliberately shown to him. All the more reason for Feng Shang to proceed with utmost caution.