This was a world of consciousness.
More precisely, it was Luo Yan's world of consciousness.
Divinity existed within the world of consciousness. It would manifest the owner's characteristics directly as some phenomenon of the universe.
Luo Yan's divinity, for example, appeared as flames within his world of consciousness.
Blazing flames roared as they burned, constantly swirling like a gigantic vortex.
Within this vortex of flames, wisps of black aura would occasionally rise and dissipate.
Those were the impurities within his divinity. When Luo Yan cultivated the Samadhi Sun Manifestation Method, he could use the technique to grind away those impurities.
This would allow it to ascend, ultimately giving birth to a wisp of Pure Yang True Fire from the vast flames of divinity.
Without a doubt, this was a process that required painstaking effort.
Haste made waste.
Luo Yan had already been working hard at this for quite some time.
Even now,
he still had not produced Pure Yang True Fire.
But today was destined to be a special day.
When the vortex of divinity completed one full cycle, the world of consciousness began to tremble.
The tremor was extremely slight, but Luo Yan could keenly sense that, at the very bottom of the sea of flames, at the very center of the vortex of divinity, a flash of platinum light was blooming.
It was like the first ray of sunlight cast upon the earth by the rising morning sun—pure, flawless, and scorching.
The instant it appeared, it naturally radiated an awe-inspiring presence, as if an ancient heavenly god had slightly opened a narrow slit between its eyes and casually glanced at all living beings.
Luo Yan suddenly understood.
All his efforts had finally been rewarded at this moment.
He had finally produced a wisp of Pure Yang True Fire.