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Formed from pure Vow Power, each drop was like mercury, turning into a bead that rolled back and forth.
As more and more beads gathered, they finally merged, spreading a thin layer across the lamp's bowl.
Pop... The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp went out.
Tang Changsheng studied the pure Vow Power—or rather, the sky silver—with great care, a trace of emotion crossing his face.
The refined sky silver had a luster like mercury in glass. It gave off a soft, rounded glow, yet seemed almost transparent. At the slightest movement, it drew out a captivating halo. It looked exactly like the sky silver Xin Chengying had produced through Ritual Refinement...
Still, Tang Changsheng sighed. "Just as I expected. Incense and fire Vow Power is Vow Power, after all. It can't be purified too thoroughly. Its influence remains; otherwise, it would no longer be Vow Power..."
For within the silver glow it drew out as it moved, traces of Seven-Colored Light could still be seen. That meant impurities remained.
If Tang Changsheng was right, truly purified incense and fire Vow Power should be like a drop of water: colorless, odorless, and able to dissolve into anything!
But that was clearly beyond the Dao Arts of Primordial Yang Abbey.
Tang Changsheng lamented it, but fortunately, he had expected all this.
He gently lifted a bead of sky silver on his fingertip and studied it. His Heartlight flared in an instant and connected with the bead. For a moment, he felt that his Heavenly Heart Divine Light could melt it.
The instant his Heavenly Heart Divine Light touched the sky silver, they mingled like water and milk, impossible to tell apart.
At a mere thought from Tang Changsheng, the bead gradually stretched along his finger until it was over an inch long.