Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 2380 (Epilogue 5): How Fragrant Was This Flower?

There was a saying: A lotus was good for cultivation, and a bodhi was good for comprehension and wisdom. When a fig flower appeared, a holy king would appear.

The profoundness of the three flowers went without saying; they were all very famous.

However, there was a flower in the Great Thousand Realms that was even more profound and mysterious than these three.

This flower’s name was Butterfly Dream. How fragrant was this flower? It was the best in the world.

There was once an ancient sage who smelled the fragrance of this flower and ended up dreaming for three thousand years. He could not tell whether he was dreaming or awake, whether there were butterflies in his dreams or this was the dream of a butterfly.

Hence, the name Butterfly Dream Flower.

This flower was rarely recorded in ancient texts. Few knew about it; nearly none had seen it.

However, this flower pervaded the Heavenly Fragrance Holy Land that everyone in the Great Thousand Realms knew.

Every spring, this flower would bloom silently as the other hundreds of flowers bloomed and attracted the butterflies. It did not compete with the other hundreds of flowers, remaining silent and lacking a fragrance, not adding any scent to the spring wind.

At the end of the flower season, when the spring wind stopped blowing and the many flowers wilted, this flower continued to bloom.

When all the hundreds of other flowers wilted, it remained as vibrant as before, decorating the Heavenly Fragrance Holy Land.

It would continue blooming, still looking vibrant as the flower season ended.

At this moment, the ladies of the Heavenly Fragrance would start collecting the dew that contained the fragrance. This dew was known as the Heavenly Fragrance Dream Dew.

Only one drop could be collected per year from each flower. It took one hundred years to fill a cup and one thousand years to fill a bottle.

This happened every year.

This period was Qing Chen’s happiest of the year. No matter what her senior sisters or junior sisters were doing, all of them would come to collect the dew.

Qing Chen weaved

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