Suddenly, a wisp of rosy clouds rose from the clear, misty radiance above his crown, while white gas gushed from Su Yang's seven orifices like surging snow waves. It slowly gathered above his head, mingling and circling with that acre of auspicious clouds. Growing denser and denser, it finally took the shape of a canopy, resembling an imperial carriage and exuding a solemn majesty.
He drew a deep breath, and the masses of white waves abruptly rolled back into his body. In an instant, nine layers of spiritual radiance burst from his flesh, revolving without pause, vast and boundless. Countless clouds of qi descended like rain, ethereal and otherworldly, their wondrous beauty seemingly formed by nature itself.
His eyes opened slightly, clear light flowing within them, moist and lustrous as jade. His pupils suddenly became distinct—black on the left and white on the right. Yin and yang gave rise to each other, like the slow revolution of a Tai Chi Diagram, perfectly harmonious and unobstructed, their meaning profound and enduring!
A flash of radiance passed, and his aura suddenly sank. The surrounding auspicious light and clouds swiftly retracted, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. After circling his body several times, they quietly halted before his Niwan Palace, then vanished into his skull without a trace.
He lightly shook his sleeves, sending fragments fluttering through the air. A section of an ancient, crude stone spike fell to the ground. Its color resembled aged bronze, and it radiated a sense of eternal vastness. Upon closer inspection, its form was completely identical to the broken remnant peak of Buzhou Mountain.
It turned out that Su Yang had long since laid layer upon layer of restrictions over the entire mountain with supreme magic power, forcibly refining the Sky-Propping Giant Mountain until it