The river surged slowly onward, its waves striking the Void and exploding into countless blossoms of jade and shattered crystal. Every blossom was a mass of Dragon essence refined to the utmost purity, releasing spiritual energy fluctuations potent enough to drive outside cultivators mad the instant it bloomed.
Those jade blossoms bloomed upon the river's surface, withered, then bloomed anew—unceasing, like an eternal cycle of reincarnation.
Dim blue flames floated across the river's surface. They were fire lotuses condensed from dragon breath.
Every fire lotus was as large as a house, its petals layered upon layer. Dim blue fire shone through the gaps between them, illuminating half the sky.
At the heart of each fire lotus, a tiny phantom of a True Dragon could vaguely be seen sleeping, curled into a ball and gently rising and falling with the swaying lotus, as though dreaming of soaring through the nine heavens.
Those fire lotuses radiated terrifying heat. Even from who knew how far away, Ye Lin could feel the searing blaze capable of incinerating all things.
Yet strangely, the river beneath the fire lotuses was covered by a thin layer of ice crystals. Ice and fire had achieved some wondrous balance at this moment.
Countless amber-like objects lay deposited at the bottom of the river. They varied in size—the small ones no bigger than fists, the large ones like palaces. They were crimson throughout, and within them were sealed complete phantom Dragon Souls.
Those Dragon Souls retained the postures they had held in life. Some raised their heads to the heavens, their dragon maws thrown wide as though releasing one final roar; some coiled into balls with their dragon eyes shut, as though they had merely fallen asleep; some bared fangs and brandished claws, their dragon claws thrust forward, frozen in