After parting ways with Yun Rou on the eighth floor, Kent ascended the spiraling tower alone. A strange serenity embraced him as the noises of the market below faded into silence. The ninth floor opened up to a wondrous scene—rows of floating glass orbs that held ancient herbs, each gently spinning in the air, surrounded by soft glows of protective formation energy.
He walked slowly, his eyes absorbing every detail. Beneath each herb, a plaque in graceful golden calligraphy narrated its story:
"Voidroot of the Celestial Night – Harvested under a full eclipse, strengthens soul sense for seven days."
"Blood-Borne Larch Leaf – Grows only on the backs of migrating blood beasts. Used in heart restoration elixirs."
"Thousand-Wind Grass – A wisp-thin plant that thrives on tornadoes in the Cloud Realm. Amplifies wind-based alchemical fire by 200%."
Kent stood silently in front of a levitating vine encased in green ice. Its twisted branches sparkled like emerald lightning.
