In the courtyard.
Moonlight poured like water over the snow, reflecting a bright whiteness into every corner.
With a thought from Jiang Ning, his source energy points instantly dropped by twenty thousand.
As the points fell.
Deep within his Spirit Platform, an immense, ancient resonance erupted!
Then the resonance spread beyond his Spirit Platform.
Humm—
A thunderous sound, as though heaven and earth were being split apart, burst from every inch of his flesh, every wisp of true essence, and every thread of his divine sense at once!
Rush, rush, rush—
He heard the clear sound of a river flowing beside his ears.
He saw countless white motes of light converging inside him.
They were fragments of True Spirit, the source of living beings, the strength they were born with.
Understanding dawned in his heart.
In the courtyard.
Space trembled violently. The falling snow had not simply stopped; centered on him, it entered a strange state in which stillness and motion coexisted.
Snowflakes nearby hung motionless in midair, while those farther away continued their leisurely descent. It was as though he marked the boundary between two utterly different flows of time and space.
Three feet above his head, the red, gold, and silver flowers manifested on their own, beyond his control, and blazed with light!
The red flower released life essence as hot as magma, instantly driving away the surrounding chill. Snow on the ground melted and evaporated without a sound, exposing dry, warm soil.
The radiance shed by the golden flower grew denser, sketching intricate, profound phantom Dao patterns in the air. They faintly resonated with some source energy between heaven and earth, giving rise to a deep sound of the cosmos.
The silver Flower of God, meanwhile, transformed completely into a brilliant silver moon, its cool, pure light