Di Tian immersed himself in the darkness pouring from within his body, no longer able to sense the passage of time.
In his long life of more than eight hundred thousand years, he had meditated, regulated his breathing, and broken through bottlenecks countless times, but never had there been a moment like this, where his consciousness merged so completely with the surrounding space.
He could sense the energy within his body reorganizing itself in an unprecedented manner.
The Soul Power that had surged through his meridians for countless years, the fragments of dark laws etched deep into his dragon scales that surfaced only when his emotions fluctuated violently, were now like metal reforged in a furnace, beginning to flow in the same direction.
He heard his own heartbeat, once, then again.
With every beat, the power gathering within him became more solid.
It was as though an unfathomably deep darkness was slowly taking shape within his chest. That darkness was not hollow; instead, it possessed an ancient weight, as though it had existed since the birth of the world.
Di Tian opened his eyes.
The color of his golden vertical pupils had changed.
The gold had not faded, but beneath it, a deeper ink-black hue, like the bottommost depths of an abyss, slowly surged upward. Gold and black intertwined, creating an extremely rare texture of interwoven gold and silver deep within his pupils.
The aura around him changed completely at that moment. It was no longer the heaviness that had been compressed for over eight hundred thousand years, barely maintained at the pinnacle of mortality, but a natural diffusion that no longer needed restraint after breaking through the final thin barrier.
He slowly raised his right hand and looked at his palm. The black scales covering it shimmered with fine