Lin Mu opened the lid and inside rested a single flower. Its petals possessed a deep purple color approaching black. The blossom resembled a tiny trumpet. Despite spending countless years inside his hidden storage the herb remained perfectly preserved.
Lin Mu had collected it long ago. Originally intending to study several uncommon medicinal herbs. Eventually, his cultivation advanced beyond any practical need for such things. As such the flower simply remained forgotten... Until today.
He carefully plucked it from the box.
"The Night Eye Trumpet Flower."
It was a rather ordinary Spirit Herb and hardly valuable to immortals. Most cultivators ignored it entirely. Yet, under the right circumstances, few herbs matched its usefulness. Lin Mu crushed the blossom between his fingers.
Dark purple juice slowly seeped from the broken petals and the liquid appeared almost ink black. He squeezed several drops onto his fingertips, then without hesitation he raised them toward his eyes.
