This was the thing. Could the Evil God's true form really look like an eight-armed octopus?
As Tang Changsheng pondered, he guarded against interference from the Evil God's true form and poured more power into the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, refining it bit by bit.
The Evil God's true form never intervened. Tang Changsheng refined the octopus completely away.
Boom! As the octopus burned away bit by bit, the flame of the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp blazed ever brighter.
It no longer looked like the light of an oil lamp. It was practically a torch, illuminating the entire room.
But the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, forged from ordinary metal, could barely withstand the heat of the flames. Being mere mortal metal, it showed signs of burning away.
Fortunately, this had happened before, when he refined the Three-Eyed Divine General.
That time, though, the Three-Eyed Divine General had already been on the verge of dissipating. The flames had not been so fierce.
Tang Changsheng turned his gaze inward. His Heartlight had merged with the lamplight, which blazed so brightly that it lit every corner of his once-dark, murky Sea of Consciousness. Even his Spirit Terrace expanded a little!
The Sea of Consciousness was where thoughts and awareness gathered. It was, by nature, an illusory place.
Only upon forming the Spirit Terrace could the illusory become real. Tang Changsheng's Spirit Terrace had once been no larger than the palm-sized patch his Heavenly Heart regularly illuminated.
Now it had more than doubled in size!
That meant Tang Changsheng's Primordial Spirit had grown Qiang as it developed.
Beneath that blazing light, his Heavenly Heart and Spirit Terrace might even continue to grow.
The problem was that the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp could no longer bear it. It was about to melt. Burning away that