The earthfire was extinguished within the light, the thick smoke dispersed within the light, and even the spiritual energy in the air returned to calm within the light.
This was not destruction, but annihilation.
It returned all things to silence, returned everything to its origin.
Ye Lin sensed the power contained within that light, and his pupils contracted slightly.
He had seen a similar power before.
Ning Yi's Primordial Annihilation was also a power that reduced all things to nothingness.
But Ning Yi's annihilation was domineering and crushing, carrying the aura of primordial desolation.
Qingran's annihilation, however, was gentle and compassionate, carrying the aura of a Buddha.
Their essences differed, but their results were the same.
Both utterly erased their opponents.
Ye Lin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into his body, into his dantian, into his origin.
That silver-white sword—his Sword Dao origin—floated silently in the depths of his dantian.
Silver-white light flowed across the blade, while faint golden patterns emerged along its edge.
That was the gift left behind by Ning Yi's pill, power from an ancient age.
Ye Lin opened his eyes, and a silver-white chill flashed through them.
His aura changed.
It was no longer the aura of the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, but something deeper, more ancient, more pure.
It was not an increase in cultivation, but an awakening of his origin.
He poured all of his essence, qi, and spirit into the Godslayer Sword in his hand.
Essence was his physical body, made even stronger after being reforged by the pill.
His muscles, bones, meridians, and dantian all burned, all releasing their final reserves of power.
Qi was all the holy power he had cultivated until now, the condensation of his Sword Dao Law, and his comprehension