A wondrous realm vaguely appeared before his eyes.
Above the void, towering peaks stood in majestic ranks.
Cloud and mist coiled around the mountains.
Above the mountain range, several phoenixes danced gracefully amid flocks of birds, releasing one exquisite note after another.
Spirit cranes swept through the sky, occasionally letting out clear cries.
Suddenly, a great sun rose.
Golden light stretching ten thousand zhang tore through the clouds and mist, illuminating heaven and earth and dyeing everything gold.
With a strange buzz, the void shattered, and fragments of images scattered in every direction.
The golden light at his brow suddenly flared. Then all the petals closed, condensing into a speck of golden radiance that slowly sank deep into his brow.
The light at his brow vanished, returning to normal.
He slowly opened his eyes. A speck of golden light flickered several times within them before gradually withdrawing into the depths of his pupils.
He smiled, marveling at the wonders of creation. There was actually such a miraculous object.
The Golden Ghost Flower was no Ghost Bone Flower. It had not condensed from a body, but originated from the void.
It was formed from a speck of true yang from the void.
That speck of true yang condensed within his soul, causing it to undergo a transformation.
He discovered that the connection between himself and his several avatars had become even closer, seamless as one.
The souls of his avatars transformed along with it.
A trace of profound mystery spread through each of their minds, indescribable, profound beyond profundity.
He lowered his head and looked at his left palm.
At the Laogong Acupoint in his left palm, a white cocoon wrapped around the hand of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.
He had always felt it was dangerous.
But now, when he looked