Lishui Imperial Palace.
Above the Water Pavilion.
Jiang Ning sat cross-legged there, eyes slightly closed, his mind already sunk into his body.
Deep within the Spirit Platform, the Nascent Soul whose face was identical to his sat cross-legged in the void, its entire body wreathed in faint Black and White Profound Light.
At its brow center existed an extremely fine silver line. That was the True Spirit Mark, the mark of the true spirit merging with himself.
At this moment, as his thoughts stirred, his consciousness and Nascent Soul became one.
Boom—
Within the Spirit Platform, it was as though heaven and earth had first opened, as though chaos had exploded apart.
The entire space of the Spirit Platform began to tremble and sway at this moment, and the Nascent Soul's eyes snapped open.
Its left eye seemed to contain a blazing white Great Sun, its right eye a cold, dim Clear Moon. Sun and Moon Shining Together, they illuminated the entire Spirit Platform.
Jiang Ning felt his consciousness being lifted without limit, as though he had risen from the mortal dust into the Nine Heavens and was looking down over all heaven and earth.
He saw it—a phantom long river surfaced around him, waves surging, Golden Sand swept along with the tide.
When he raised his head, he could not see the surface of the river.
When he lowered his head, he could not see the riverbed.
He could only see countless waters mixed with Golden Sand, and within the river, those countless tiny specks of faint white light.
He knew those faint white lights were True Spirit Fragments.
At this moment, hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions of specks of faint white light drifted and flickered in and out of being within the river like stars filling