That night, Tang Changsheng had happened upon the scene, which was why the Three-Eyed Divine General had begged him for help. But Tang Changsheng was cautious by nature. He had recognized at a glance that this was no Orthodox God, so he had ignored him.
Three days later, however, circumstances had changed. By the time Tang Changsheng decided to lend a hand, the Three-Eyed Divine General could no longer hold on...
The Three-Eyed Divine General had probably harbored ill intentions to the end. With his last breath, he had likely meant to pull some trick like seizing Tang Changsheng's body.
Little had he known that Tang Changsheng was already on guard and possessed a Treasured Artifact like the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. The lamp had stopped him cold and even refined him within its flame.
But Tang Changsheng still did not know what benefit refining the Three-Eyed Divine General had brought him.
The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp stood before him, unlit. Yet as Tang Changsheng's Heavenly Heart lit up and shone upon his Spirit Terrace, the lamp began to give off a faint glow as well.
It looked like a layer of seven-colored rosy light, wondrously profound.
Then a pale, indistinct figure was drawn toward it.
Pop. The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp ignited without a flame to kindle it. A point of pure white light burned steadily, without the slightest flicker.
Its light shone back into the Sea of Consciousness and the Heavenly Heart. The brightness within and without became indistinguishable, giving rise to a feeling of profound mystery.
It was as though the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp had become one with him, as though it had always been part of the Spirit Terrace within his Sea of Consciousness!
Tang Changsheng did not know how long that feeling lasted. With