Primordial Spirit Metamorphosis, the Possibility of Surpassing the Immortal Sages of the Primordial Era!

Above Yang Lake.

Azure waves stretched across myriad acres, glittering with countless silver scales.

A figure stood suspended above the lake, his long hair dancing wildly.

In the sky, a bright moon rose from the west, climbing ever higher. With every measure it ascended, its radiance grew stronger.

At that moment, time flowed like a flying shuttle.

The moon climbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In mere moments, it hung high in the middle of the sky, its radiance illuminating the world as brightly as day.

"Is this... a miracle?" In a fishing village beside the lake, an elderly man in his sixties stared blankly at the figure above the water.

Suddenly.

A stream of silver liquid fell from the moon, plunging straight into the body of the figure above the lake.

Jiang Ning stood above the water, his entire body enveloped in moonlight and suffused with a faint silver glow.

The Lunar Scripture within him was now circulating to its utmost limit.

Within his Spirit Platform.

Silver liquid poured down, flowing directly into his Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, clarity filled his entire being. The fiery heat within him vanished, replaced by an icy chill.

Bathed in the silver liquid, Jiang Ning felt as though he had spent a thousand years in the Moon Palace. His heart was still, not a single stray thought arising, and he had reached a state beyond joy or sorrow.

The next moment.

He felt the lunar origin pour into his Primordial Spirit and immediately clash with the solar origin.

Yin and yang contended, returning to chaos, and chaos returned to the primordial state.

At that moment, he felt his Primordial Spirit changing, undergoing a metamorphosis.

It was a profound sensation beyond words.

Yin-Yang Confluence, two energies becoming one, a single