Between Heaven and Earth, spiritual light gathered like a star river pouring backward, while soft Buddhist Light rose around Hong Yun, illuminating the entire West.
Those fragments of good thoughts that had originally been scattered throughout the Great Wilderness and even within the cracks of Space-Time returned to his Nascent Soul one after another, like weary birds returning to their nests.
Hong Yun stood there in a daze, as countless insights seemed to surge incessantly through his mind.
His aura fluctuated, and the Buddha-Demon Light alternated across his body before finally transforming into a perfectly rounded Color of Chaos.
A feeling of Primordial Chaos as one, of perfect freedom and fulfillment, surfaced within him.
A look of enlightenment flashed through Hong Yun's eyes, and the corners of his mouth faintly curved into a gentle smile.
"Who awakens first from the great dream? I alone know my whole life!"
"So this is the real me after all..." Hong Yun's voice carried a hint of emotion, and all kinds of complicated feelings surfaced in his eyes.
Only now did he understand that the Primordial Chaos he had possessed before was not the true Primordial Chaos at all.
No wonder he had clearly possessed sufficient foundations before, yet had been unable to break through to the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal realm.
In the end, he had relied on grinding away at it over time. With the empowerment of Buddhism's Destiny and the advancement of his Inner World driving him forward, he had only barely Attained Dao as a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal on the eve of the war.
Because of the strength of the Space Great Dao, his power had not been inferior to that of an ordinary Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal.
However, with part of his original Good Thought missing, advancing further