An ancient, boundless voice of the Dao echoed in layer upon layer deep within Lin Feng's sea of consciousness, like a river of time spanning the primordial wilderness of countless ages. It spoke without haste, anger, or majesty, carrying no earthshaking force, yet it bore the vast, weighty grandeur of heaven and earth's creation and the eternal rhythm of all heavens falling silent and all Daos returning to their source. Again and again, it cleansed the origin of his divine soul and washed against the barriers of his Dao Heart.
Time seemed to stop completely at that moment.
Within the quiet, elegant space on the third floor, spiritual energy circulated gently. The murmurs of nearby cultivators, the sounds of distant transactions, and the spiritual radiance of the Myriad Worlds Pavilion's treasures were all shut outside. Lin Feng stood beside the jade pedestal, his figure straight as a pine and utterly motionless. His aura had stilled completely, his entire mind immersed in that primordial Dao resonance of chaos.
The black jade slip in his palm, seemingly decayed and devoid of light, quietly began to radiate an almost imperceptible warmth. Gentle and delicate, it spread slowly through the meridians of his palm, soaking into every inch of his limbs and bones and nourishing his Divine Godhead and divine soul. As though drawn by the aura of Lin Feng's divine soul, an ancient secret power that had lain dormant for countless ages slowly broke free of time's seal, awakening within the deathly depths of the jade slip.
Zi Yuan remained quietly beside him, a faint trace of surprise now rising between her usually composed, gentle brows.
She had overseen the third floor of the Myriad Worlds Pavilion for many years and had seen countless prodigies, mighty cultivators, talents unrivaled across the ages, rare