But apart from the pitch-black stone that could serve as a Dao Palace Stabilizer, he had found no other treasure suitable for anchoring his Dao Palace.
Suppressing his relief, Luo Yi opened his palm and placed the pitch-black stone at its center, then slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, the stone rose from his hand and shot into the grasp of the figure behind him as a streak of black light.
Against the terrifying aura radiating from that figure, the stone clenched in its hand began to glow blood-red.
Behind Luo Yi, the figure identical to him gradually turned from illusion to substance beneath that bloody glow.
Its handsome face, once stiff and vacant, gained something of a living being's expression. A flush appeared on its Cang, gaunt cheeks.
At that moment, the entire phantom Dao Palace seemed to gain life, as though it might awaken completely.
"Looks like this pitch-black stone really can serve as a Dao Palace Stabilizer."
Recalling the changes a Dao Palace might undergo when a martial artist successfully broke through, Luo Yi's grave expression vanished. A smile touched his lips.
But the smile did not last. As the once-illusory figure behind him became fully solid, a new change began.
The entire True-Self Dao Palace surged toward his brow and entered the Consciousness Sea where his soul resided, attempting to merge with his now-Immortal Divine Soul.
"Hiss! Aah!"
The two forces pulled apart, then pressed together and fused. It came so suddenly that Luo Yi had no time to prepare.
The searing pain in his Consciousness Sea nearly made him pass out.
As time passed, however, he gradually grew used to the pain.
Luo Yi could clearly feel the True-Self Dao Palace, formed from the energies of heaven and earth and stretching tens of thousands