No one knew how much time had passed before an unfathomably profound aura began to emanate from Ye Lin.
He closed his eyes and focused. The surging power of a Golden Immortal around him no longer spilled outward; instead, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it frantically collapsed inward into his body.
His aura became utterly restrained, to the point that he seemed about to vanish from the Boundary Sea, leaving behind only a vague outline imbued with Dao resonance.
This was the sign that his power had condensed to the utmost limit and was about to undergo a qualitative transformation.
All at once, the space three feet above Ye Lin's head silently twisted and collapsed, forming a miniature cosmic vortex.
From within his Niwan Palace, a point of radiance so brilliant it defied description was born.
The first to bloom was the Heaven Flower—a crystal-clear lotus bearing the phantom reflections of an endless river of time.
As its petals opened and closed, scenes of universes being born and stars being annihilated seemed to unfold in turn.
This flower represented time, and it also represented infinity.
The second was the Earth Flower. A lotus as weighty as though it bore ten thousand worlds bloomed in turn, countless spatial veins and dimensional folds branded upon its petals.
The third was the Human Flower. Within it emanated Sword Intent that was incomparably sharp yet vast and majestic, while illusory worlds of the sword flickered into view.
The first impression it gave was sharpness.
The three Flowers of Law floated above Ye Lin's head, their auras linked together to form a perfect cycle.
Invisible ripples of law spread outward with Ye Lin at their center. Wherever they passed, even the violent currents of Chaos could not help but become docile.
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