Phoenix Flame Maiden stood before the altar, the bead of blood on her finger slowly spreading across the White Jade Altar.
Ripples rose over the surface of the stone platform, as if a pebble had been dropped into a calm lake.
Ancient patterns spread from the center of the stone platform toward the edges, like a blooming flower, its petals layered upon layer.
Wherever the patterns passed, the stone platform gave off a low hum, that sound ancient and distant, as if it had crossed tens of millions of years and come from primordial times.
The ground beneath the stone platform began to tremble. The altar was shaking. The entire underground space was shaking.
The ore on the dome overhead teetered, fine cracks appeared in the stone walls, and the air turned heavy and oppressive.
A vast surge of Soul Power erupted from deep within the stone platform.
That Soul Power was rich and pure, like magma in the depths of the earth, settled over tens of millions of years and condensed into the purest energy.
The Soul Power circled above the stone platform, transforming into a dazzling mass of light that illuminated the entire underground space as bright as day.
Eight streams of radiance separated from the light—one large, one medium, and six small.
The largest stream of radiance was crimson as fire, like a Fire Dragon swimming through the void.
The medium stream of radiance was emerald as jade, like a bamboo leaf drifting in the wind.
The six small streams of radiance were of different colors—gold, brown, cyan, purple, blue, and silver—like six stars twinkling in the night sky.
The eight streams of radiance circled in the air for a moment, then flew toward their respective hosts.
The crimson, fiery radiance sank into Phoenix Flame Maiden's body.