Lin Xuan was overjoyed. With nothing more than a flick of his sleeve, the ball of light wrapped around the Nascent Soul slowly descended, finally inlaying itself into the center of the spell formation.
Sick Demon's face was filled with terror. Though he had no idea what Lin Xuan planned to do, a powerful premonition made his heart tremble.
Unfortunately, he was far too weak at the moment, and utterly unable to move. He could not even seek death. The magical power within his body could not condense at all; wanting to self-detonate his Nascent Soul was simply a luxury.
Lin Xuan did not pause in the slightest. His hands formed incantation gestures, his ten fingers flickering nonstop, and one spell seal after another shot forward.
Five pillars of light in different colors rose into the air. Each was as thick as a child's arm, and with a slight flicker, they took shape above the spell formation.
Then light halos began to circulate, and a five-colored circle gradually entered view.
It was only a few inches in diameter. Within it flowed five different kinds of spiritual power, representing metal, wood, water, fire, and earth respectively, each purified to the utmost degree.
This was not strange in the slightest. The five streams of spiritual power had all been extracted from Top-grade Spirit Stones. Though one could not say they contained no impurities at all, relatively speaking, they were indeed pure and vast.
Yet this was still not the end. As the five-colored light halo revolved, the circle gradually transformed into a taiji diagram.
The five colors also returned to nothingness, and what remained was a deep black and pure white.
This was the beginning of the Great Dao: the Dao produced One, One produced Two, Two produced Three, and Three produced