She could vaguely see an illusory shadow in the blazing golden light; was that a gourd?
At this moment, within the blazing golden light, a treasure gourd, entirely vermillion and only the size of a palm, was floating within the flames.
The gourd was smooth and flawless, with a delicate texture, emanating a dazzling halo. As it floated within the flames, one could faintly hear the sound of water surging, as if there was some liquid inside the gourd, like wine.
Even more mystical was the gourd's mouth, from which a thin slit was revealing itself, inhaling and exhaling the fortunes of the eight directions and the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, nourishing itself.
If someone were to peek inside the gourd through that slit, they would discover a vast and majestic long river. Every drop of water in that river seemed to be a star, countless stars forming the long river, with starlight stirring the waves, rolling endlessly, without beginning or end.
