His primordial spirit had been tempered by chaos qi, cultivated through Nine Secrets: Qian, and brought this far through the fortunes of countless lightning tribulations. It had long since reached the heavens. It blazed like a torch, almost tangible, dazzlingly radiant in every strand and thread.
It seemed to become an immortal lamp illuminating the ages, past and present. At this point, Qin Tian's last weakness had been remedied, forming a balance of one supreme aspect and two powerful ones.
Each aspect equaled an emperor son among emperor sons, while the five qis returning to the origin secret realm opened within his chest placed Qin Tian's divine power far above the Emperor Son level.
Qin Tian sat down cross-legged within the chaos, gradually buried in chaos qi, as though he had become a chaos body.
He savored the lingering resonance of the chaos imprint: without mind or body, without form or self.
The lingering resonance left by the myriad Daos fell into Qin Tian's heart. For a time, his mind became clear and empty, and the sound of the Great Dao faintly echoed beside his ears. A flash of inspiration within his heart became an eternal radiance.
The battered Dragon Pearl lit up, resonated with the chaos imprint, and shattered on the spot. Its final trace of essence shot skyward and entered Qin Tian's spine.
The next moment, dragon cries surged from the dragon transformation secret realm like roaring mountains and seas.
They dyed his spine the color of chaos, while supreme mysteries evolved within it.
At this moment, Qin Tian seemed to become the legendary chaos body, experiencing that ancient, enduring Dao realm.
In a daze, he saw a great dragon, incomparably majestic, chaos qi coiling around its body as it opened paths through chaos and extended its road