Golden spiritual light exploded deep within his sea of consciousness.
Seated cross-legged upon the Heavenly River's Water Lotus Platform, Han Feng was instantly immersed in that ancient, profound cultivation art and its insights.
As one of the Great Thousand World's thirty-six supreme inheritances, the mysteries and complexity of this peerless divine ability far surpassed any battle skill or spiritual art Han Feng had encountered before.
For an ordinary cultivator to comprehend this art, they would not only need decades, perhaps even centuries, of quiet cultivation, but also an extremely stringent compatibility with the Great Dao. The slightest misstep could result in reversed meridians and a damaged soul.
However, Han Feng's foundations were terrifyingly profound to begin with.
He possessed the Dao resonance of two peak Dharma manifestations from the Primordial Heavenly Court, while his meridians and bones had been tempered countless times by Solar True Fire. Now that the Heavenly Emperor had personally imparted his remaining true spirit to him, countless barriers and essentials related to this divine ability unraveled layer by layer in his mind.
Around the Water Lotus, the waters of the Heavenly River flowed without end.
Exceptionally pure spiritual liquid slowly rose from beneath the lotus platform, turning into layers of white mist that completely enveloped Han Feng.
Sitting quietly at the center of the platform, his eyes were closed, his hands naturally folded over his dantian.
At this moment, the passage of time outside completely lost all meaning.
The state of immersion felt like a mere instant, yet also like countless long years spent beside the Heavenly River.
As the spiritual power within his body circulated unceasingly, intricate golden patterns began to drift faintly across Han Feng's skin.
With every breath he took, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him surged and ebbed, stirring