The light of the Twelve Earthly Branches Spirit Gathering Array flowed through the Underground Small World. Twelve pillars of light in different colors rose from beneath the ground and interwove into a massive luminous array, covering the entire withered land.
Spirit Qi surged in from every direction like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and the air was filled with energy fluctuations so dense they almost seemed to condense into substance.
The spirit herbs that had been withered and sickly yellow moments ago had now straightened their stalks, their leaves spreading open and glowing with a faint green radiance under the nourishment of Spirit Qi.
Some spirit herbs had even begun sprouting new branches. Tender sprouts grew into emerald leaves in a short span of time, as if time had been accelerated countless times over.
Xiao Yun stood at the center of the light array, his sleeves lifted by the currents stirred up by Spirit Qi, his long hair drifting behind him.
He looked at the Tian Meng Ice Butterflies circling in the sky, and his gaze finally landed on the slowly approaching Sky Dream Ice Butterfly Leader.
The Sky Dream Ice Butterfly Leader's state was utterly different from before.
Its wings were fully spread, several zhang wide, and its entire body was crystal clear, like the purest diamond refracting ten thousand rays of light.
The markings on its wings were no longer simple lines, but complex patterns—there were mountains and rivers, rivers, stars, and clouds and mist, as if the entire world had been condensed onto that pair of wings as thin as cicada wings.
Every time it flapped its wings, fine rainbow-colored scale powder scattered down, drifting through the air like a dazzling rain of rainbows.
Its aura was completely different as well.
Although it had been