Three years later, deep within Chunyang City, inside the pavilion room where Zhang Tie was in secluded cultivation.
The interior light shimmered erratically, and Zhang Tie's cross-legged figure was shrouded in a strange halo.
Black, white, gold, green, purple, and blue lights, resembling six spiritual light ribbons or a flowing river of light, continuously circled, intertwined, stacked, and flickered around his body.
Each collision and fusion of the halos stirred minute ripples in space, producing a deep humming sound.
Zhang Tie closed his eyes tightly, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples, and his entire mind was immersed in the guidance and balance of the power within his body. The power of his divine sense surged forth like a tide, and his vast divine power was rapidly consumed at an unprecedented speed, as if burning his foundational power.
"Condense!"
The next moment, Zhang Tie suddenly opened his eyes, brilliant light shooting out, and a low, clear sound escaped his mouth.
This sound seemed to contain certain rules of heaven and earth, and the instant the voice fell, the space within the pavilion suddenly solidified!
Following that, around his body, the six halos that had originally flickered and surrounded him suddenly condensed, transforming into six fist-sized, dazzlingly bright light balls—black, white, gold, green, purple, and blue, the six colors distinct.
Drawn by invisible threads, they began to encircle and chase each other in esoteric and unpredictable trajectories, their speed growing faster and faster until they finally turned into a blurred colored light vortex.
"Hum—!"
A strange vibration resounded through the pavilion, and the six-colored light balls collapsed inward violently during their rapid rotation, erupting with astonishing energy fluctuations that instantly cleared the dust from the room.
The light subsided, and an ice crystal, about the size of a dragon's eye