In the Sea of Myriad Gods, as the dead Bear Three Thoughts bloomed with his final radiance.
The stone carving on the mountain wall happened to flower as well.
This plant bore three conjoined buds, yellow, red, and white, its stamens glimmering faintly, dreamlike and illusory.
Lu Qilang came upon it in a flash of inspiration, while Chai Asi stumbled his way over...
Ling Xihua by the mountain path was already intoxicated! He did not yet know its value, only that he was lost in its dream.
Night Bodhisattva, transformed from a faith insect, also had his eyes blaze brightly. With one hand, he roused Ling Xihua; with the other, he reached straight for the flower... The Buddha had not waited here in vain!
Even Duke Xuannan, still striving to mend the God King's body and maintain its balance, turned back through that guardian deity!
"Three-Life Orchid Cause Flower!"
Compared to this flower—
the clash taking place in the Sea of Myriad Gods suddenly seemed unimportant.
No matter how Divine Presence struggled, it was still Divine Presence. No matter how humiliatingly a true demon comported itself, it was still a true demon.
Since truly making his move, Quan Yingyang had not suffered the slightest loss.
He had comprehended this world's truth, mastered this world's night, and slaughtered the Human Race's prodigies in countless ways—only the Ageless Jade Pearl had kept Jiang Wang hanging onto life, leaving him not quite dead.
Jiang Wang had exhausted every method at his disposal—catching him off guard, drawing upon the Immortal Palace's legacy, ringing the Hearing Bell—and had only managed to blast away a single drop of his blood.
How should the injury from that drop of blood be described?
—Had treatment been any more prompt, the wound would already have healed on