Three Flowers Gather at the Crown, a Martial Saint Explains the First Rank!

Within his Spirit Platform.

Silent ripples spread outward.

As they spread, the silver flames went out one by one.

In the dark, empty space of his Spirit Platform.

A silvery-white flower bloomed.

Its six petals were silver-white throughout. The phantom flower seemed condensed from moonlight, or carved from fragments of stars, and quietly appeared.

The Flower of God had formed!

At that moment.

The old man in the thatched hut watched the waves of spiritual power spreading from Jiang Ning subside into stillness.

He watched Jiang Ning's aura draw inward, deep as an abyss.

The next moment.

His eyes narrowed, adding a few creases at their corners.

A silvery-white flower slowly rose from Jiang Ning's body.

Three feet above Jiang Ning's head, red and gold flowers were already floating.

As the silver flower rose, the three flowers began to draw toward one another and resonate.

Humm—

The void trembled.

Invisible ripples spread outward.

In an instant.

Wherever the ripples passed, tables, chairs, tea bowls, the stove—

All of them shook.

Humm—

Another ripple spread, and everything shook again.

By then, the silver flower had risen to hover three inches above his head, slowly turning.

As it swayed, flecks of silver light drifted down.

They shone as pure and bright as moonlight.

Beside it floated the red and gold flowers.

The three flowers hung in a triangular formation.

At last, the Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown.

He felt as though the distance between himself and heaven and earth had narrowed. He could sense the will of this world.

His vital blood, true essence, and spirit kept rising.

Drawn forth by the three flowers, he could feel that he could wield greater power.

Every strand of that power had been refined and elevated.

It was as though it had leaped to