More than half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Around a separate courtyard within the Great Tang Government Office, a layer of golden light enveloped the area, forming a square Golden Light Formation that enclosed a main hall and the surrounding courtyards.
At each of the courtyard's four corners stood a waist-high stone pillar carved with intricate runes, all of them glowing with a faint golden light.
Outside the formation, streams of spiritual energy too subtle for the naked eye gathered from every direction, flowing along the golden radiance and surging wildly toward the central hall.
Unlike the calm scene outside the formation, a funnel-shaped vortex had already formed above the hall within it. Vast amounts of spiritual energy were being swept in madly from beyond the formation and continuously poured inside.
Within the hall, Shen Luo sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Everything around him had been cleared away, leaving only a pure lotus floating before him.
At that moment, a ring of golden flames enveloped his body, while flames of entirely different colors rose from his brow and Dantian. They darted about restlessly, as though they might lose control at any moment and ignite his body.
Although Shen Luo had already completed more than a dozen such fusion attempts in his dreams, his mind remained exceedingly tense.
Unlike in his dreams, where he could try again and again, he had no chance to start over in reality. If he failed, the Three-Origin Fire would burn him to ashes, leaving everything as nothing.
Shen Luo's entire body tensed as he stared straight ahead, his hands beginning to form seals and guide the flames.
Outside his body, the golden ring of light began to contract continuously, gathering toward his chest. The flame at his brow slowly descended