According to the Divine Thought transmitted, this did not seem to be any treasure but more likely a divided spirit.
Jianmu's divided spirit, wouldn't that equate to an Immortal's divided spirit?
"Only Jianmu has wrestled with me, an Immortal, Jianmu branches out and leaves, one of its myriad incarnations."
No need to voice the doubts in his heart, Qingcang's profound voice reached him again.
"May I ask if the Master has any strategy to cope with this?"
Gu Wen asked opportunistically, hoping he might gain some advantage.
"Jianmu fears fire, True Sun Fire can burn it, Taiyin gives rise to Sun, each complements the other, together they form the poles. Yet, Taiyin and Sun are difficult to cultivate, and one requires extremity to burn the wood, better to avoid it."
Qingcang's voice, inextricable from male or female, young or old, was unexpectedly gentle, not at all as domineering as the rumors in the outside world had portrayed.