The Two-Layer Fire Lotus Tower hung quietly in midair, rotating slowly, its motion gentle yet unshakably steady.
Streams of light traced its body. Its inner layer bore warm red-and-gold patterns, both mellow and blazing, with overlapping lotus petals unfurling around countless searing currents of fire.
Its outer layer was sheathed in translucent pale azure. Lotus silhouettes as thin as cicada wings flowed across it, their threads of cold held in check. Warm and cold auras intertwined without the slightest clash, leaving only perfect balance and harmony.
There were no earthshaking phenomena, no thunderous roars that shook the void. Yet the spiritual energy throughout this ruined stretch of air, so sparse it was almost nonexistent, involuntarily swirled and drifted around the little lotus tower.
It turned into tiny points of light that merged into the patterns on the petals, making the entire Fire Lotus Tower ever more translucent and radiant, beautiful almost beyond belief.
Ordinary Strange Flames were either supremely fierce and forceful, burning all things to ash, or supremely yin and cold, freezing all ten directions.
Yet this newborn Fire Lotus Tower had melded those two utterly opposing extremes into a perfect whole.
Qin He dared not relax in the slightest.
After years of cultivating with fire and merging Strange Flames several times, he knew better than anyone that the instant a fusion took shape was its most unstable moment. The slightest imbalance in its Dao resonance could bring everything crashing down and backlash against his own foundation.
He restrained every trace of his aura, narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully spread his divine sense, examining every lotus petal and every flowing strand of fire resonance inch by inch.
The two layers of petals interlocked tightly, their patterns connected and flowing. The inner and outer auras of warmth and cold