Black flames streaked like lightning; wherever they passed, space exploded inch by inch, like a glazed mirror shattering with a thunderous crash. Before the fragments had scattered, the sharp edge had already arrived, aimed straight at Su Yang's brow.
Silver light suddenly appeared at Su Yang's fingertips, clear and cold, flowing unceasingly yet held in reserve.
A silver-white lotus abruptly condensed in midair.
Each petal was crystalline and pristine as if washed clean. A halo flowed unceasingly between the lotus petals; its entire body was translucent. As it spun, silver radiance burst forth, illuminating the eight desolations.
"Go!"
Spring Thunder burst from his tongue as he tapped with one finger.
In an instant, the silver light surged, brilliant as a river of stars pouring down, shining across three thousand great worlds.
Countless lotuses of the same origin sprang forth in response, weaving through the void as their radiance surged and purple qi rose with them.
Purple mist stretched across the heavens, condensing into a rainbow bridge. Halos flowed atop the bridge, multicolored haze rose, and Rosy Clouds coiled about it. Grand as a Heavenly River surging forth, it wound its way here from the End of the Chaos.
Clouds drifted ethereally, while mist hung heavy. A vast and righteous aura pervaded all.
The bearing of immortals revealed itself one scene after another:
Exotic flowers and precious grasses dotted the cracks between stones; ancient pines and emerald bamboo stood by the cliffs. Streams murmured, small bridges lay quietly; mountain peaks stood like halberds, pavilions and terraces appeared and disappeared. Palaces of golden tiles and soaring eaves stood tall upon the summit of myriad mountains, wind chimes at their eaves tinkling softly, as though sounds of nature lingered low in the air.
Upon the Eastern Horizon, purple qi rolled in like a