Profound Rain Immortal Realm.
Dark clouds hung low, lightning tore through the vastness, and the whole world seemed pressed into an icy coffin.
Chen Xun said nothing and did not move. Only half of his calm face was briefly illuminated whenever lightning flashed, that profundity seeming to span ancient and modern time.
Suddenly—
He raised one hand slightly.
Hum.
From the desolate Skyvault, a vast stream of light surged backward from his palm. It was not immortal radiance, but the boundless Immortal Life Source he had gathered throughout the ages.
The stream of light condensed into a flower bud, slowly emerging beneath the layered black clouds.
Though its petals had yet to unfurl, it already seemed as if myriad worlds were resounding together.
Its flower body was crystalline, light rain cascading like a waterfall. From every vein poured billions upon billions of living breaths, as though a real heaven and earth were unfolding.
Only to see—
Within the patterns of one petal, an entire landscape of rivers and mountains was faintly reflected.
Within another petal, countless races and common folk rose and fell, spring and autumn evolving in turn.
And when the stamen first trembled, tens of thousands of stars were born and perished in the void, as though heaven and earth were being created within a single breath!
One leaf, one world.
One petal, one firmament.
As the flower bud slowly bloomed, the mountains and rivers of the Profound Rain Immortal Realm, dead silent from the Immortal War, began to revive. Spiritual springs that had long since collapsed flowed anew, and broken Dao marks healed on their own.
Even the shattered bones of Immortals struck apart by lightning in the void suddenly reignited with vitality—but before they could be reborn, they were completely annihilated once more beneath that majestic