"Even their energy pathways were crystal clear to me..."
"And this was only the aftermath of the initial fusion."
He raised his hand. The golden patterns gathered in his palm like delicate streams, slowly circling before silently dispersing.
He could feel that Spiritual Power expanding the boundaries of his perception with almost greedy intensity, as though a pair of hands were pushing his consciousness farther and farther away.
Through the ice, through the frozen earth, through rocks and minerals that had slumbered for countless millennia—the outline of the entire Extreme North seemed to be slowly emerging in his mind.
"I never expected its Spiritual Power to be this immense."
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's Soul Power was the essence accumulated over a million years, but its Spiritual Power was equally formidable.
It was the product of endless weaving and accumulation throughout its long slumber.
Those golden patterns flowed like tides, layering themselves within his consciousness one after another, like pages of a book being turned. They recorded the silence of countless winters, the undercurrents deep beneath innumerable ice sheets, and every solitary wait for dawn in the darkness.
Some of those memories were hazy, some clear, and some were nothing but blankness. Like murals eroded by wind and sand, only fragments of their outlines remained, yet he could still sense the weight they had once carried.
He stood in that void for a long time, feeling that Spiritual Power slowly merge with his consciousness, like two rivers gradually meeting at an estuary, their currents slowing before becoming nearly indistinguishable.
The range of his perception continued to expand, like a map being constantly stretched open, extending from the depths of the Extreme North outward.
He slowly closed his eyes amid that golden light, as though he too had merged into those flowing