Ye Han sat cross-legged on an enormous golden lotus seat, rings of runes condensing into light around his body. Their spirit light flickered in and out of sight, gathering without dispersing, dispersing without revealing itself, leaving scarcely any fluctuations of aura or power visible around him...
Nor did Ye Han's aura or spell power show any sign of continuing to dissipate. It was as though he had become a mortal without a trace of spell power, inscrutable and impossible to fathom...
After an unknown length of time, Ye Han slowly opened his eyes. They were calm and serene, focused yet not converging, converging yet not dispersing...
Ye Han slowly extended both hands and clenched them slightly, sensing the peculiar aura and power flowing through him...
At the same time, as that aura and power continued to spread from his body, the golden lotus throne slowly began to distort, turning into wisps of spirit light and energy that vanished into the surrounding space.
The entire vast space was utterly silent, without the slightest sound or disturbance. Even the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy seemed to have come to a standstill.
"An undying Dao heart, an immortal divine soul, an imperishable physical body-is this the secret of a True Immortal?"
Sensing the trace of a True Immortal's power surging within him, Ye Han could not help looking yearningly ahead.
Through more than five hundred years of cultivation and recovery, Ye Han had guarded his mind, constantly comprehending the true meaning of an undying Dao heart while resisting conversion by the Buddhist Dao's laws of conversion with all his strength...
The so-called conversion of the Buddhist Dao emphasized divinely empowering and absorbing devout believers. In Buddhist Dao cultivation, the more believers one had, the greater the power their sutra chanting and prayers to