Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged at the heart of the flourishing jungle, drawing every last thread of his vast spiritual power into the depths of his Dantian. Like a surgeon with the steadiest hands, he painstakingly removed every unstable factor that might cause a conflict.
The Ice-Fire Spring, once woven from deep blue and crimson, had now been completely suffused with rich emerald green.
Water, fire, and wood—three utterly different ultimate forces, each representing the pinnacle of heaven and earth's laws—spun at high speed along a precise path under the forceful guidance of his spiritual power.
As the three-colored vortex contracted, a nearly tangible ripple of energy spread across the surface of the crystal suspended at its convergence point.
In barely a dozen breaths, it expanded ring by ring from the size of a fingernail until it was as thick as a walnut.
It had finally taken shape.
Huo Yuhao let out a long, hot breath. The boulder that had hung over his heart finally settled.
The swelling deep in his lower abdomen, which had felt ready to burst his meridians apart, vanished completely as the crystal stabilized.
In its place came an unprecedented surge of Soul Power.
Like a flood bursting through a dam, that power rushed from the new three-colored Soul Core through his Eight Extraordinary Meridians. It forced open the vessels that had seemed slightly shriveled, washed them clean, then strengthened them anew.
The energy center newly born in his fragile Dantian seemed possessed of a long-starved instinct. Countless invisible tendrils reached outward of their own accord.
It voraciously drew in the Life Origin so dense throughout the surrounding Golden Space that it seemed ready to drip.
Even the stray Soul Power left in his Dantian was swallowed whole, every last bit drawn into the circulating three-colored glow.