The Mystic Ice Dragon was right. The process of fusing the fragments was indeed excruciating, painful enough to drive someone to a mental breakdown.
Su Han's consciousness struggled at the brink of collapse. He remembered many things—his childhood days cultivating at the Qingyun Sect, the first time he met Fairy Yue Hua, his conversation with the Lord of the Nether in the Nether Cold Abyss, Master Ten Thousand Swords' expectations, and the safety of countless living beings in the Cultivation World.
"I can't fall," Su Han told himself. "I can't let everyone down."
He bit through his tongue, and the piercing pain briefly cleared his mind. Seizing the chance, he poured every last trace of Deep Chaos Power within his body into the five fragments.
The five fragments began to tremble violently at once. Their five colors started to merge, turning from five into four, four into three, three into two. Finally, all color vanished, replaced by a pure white.
White was not the absence of color, but the fusion of all colors.
The five fragments disappeared, replaced by a palm-sized white jade tablet. It was engraved with dense, intricate runes. These runes had not been carved afterward; they had formed naturally, each one containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.
The Sealing Technique was finally complete.
Su Han looked at the white jade tablet in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. But then his vision went black. He lost consciousness and fell straight backward.
"Su Han!" Fairy Yue Hua cried out. She flew onto the altar and caught him in her arms.
Su Han's face was pale as paper. His breathing was so weak it was nearly imperceptible, and his pulse flickered in and out. The golden radiance around him had completely vanished. He