The words on the Dark Robe flickered for a moment, then faded away again. Chen Chuan looked back. The Rift was behind him.
He took hold of the Snow Monarch Blade floating beside him and turned to leave. His Spirit Manifestation, nearly thirty meters tall, dissolved into billowing mist that flowed around him. Then he stepped out of the Rift.
With a sweep of the Snow Monarch Blade, the Rift snapped shut behind him, and the dazzling radiance receded from his body. He walked out of the cavern and stood atop Jade Peak. The mountain wind caught his long hair and crane-feather cloak, sending them fluttering along with the drifting clouds.
The beaded curtain of rain remained outside. The rushing river rumbled, its sound rising to resemble thunder in the distant sky. The empowering ritual was still running, while white, jade-like jade bamboo flowers had already grown thick around the cavern entrance. Their delicate fragrance lingered over the peak, making this place seem all the more like an immortal mountain beyond the mortal world.
He closed his eyes and felt it for a moment. Even with the Rift closed, he could still sense that place. His spiritual fire had been planted within that Heavenly Gate and become one with it. Intense reactions seemed to be taking place there at every moment, providing him with an uninterrupted supply of power through their mental connection.
This was Light the Purple Lamp. That expanse of purple qi was part of the Other Side World, inexhaustible no matter how much was burned or absorbed.
According to that Profound Scholar, this connection would not break even during the period of cold isolation, much less now, during the period of change. It would only provide him with more.
At this point, his mutated tissue underwent an