Qin Tian gazed at the Śarīra. Its aura was not particularly powerful, only around the Saint King level.
But the trace of true intent imprinted within it was far too profound, far too ancient.
As Qin Tian gazed at the Śarīra, a figure was reflected within it, majestic and ancient, encompassing all things. Above his head, a Wuji celebratory cloud resembled both a point and mist, shedding streams of watery light, with ten thousand golden lamps, countless golden lotuses, and jeweled ornaments floating within.
Standing there, he seemed like the overlapping of countless epochs, the convergence of layer upon layer of Immortal Realms and Nine Serenities. He was the beginning of everything, the cause of all fruits.
Yuanshi Tianzun!
The next moment, the Daoist figure changed, becoming an elderly Dao Ancestor, invincible throughout existence. Seated high above the Nine Heavens, he was the embodiment of the entire universe's existence, the foundation of existence.
Qin Tian grew thoughtful at the sight and murmured, "The Three Pure Ones as one?!"
Sure enough, the next moment, the white-haired elder transformed into a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes. At the end of the tribulation, he alone reigned supreme. Wherever he stood, the entire Nine Heavens, the Real World, and the Nine Serenities would march toward finality. He was the fruit of all causes, the symbol of finality.
Of all the Dao resonances Qin Tian had witnessed, only that beam of sword light unleashed by the Desolate Heaven Emperor could compare.
This Dao resonance was terrifying. It resonated with Qin Tian's own Great Dao, yet was far grander.
Yuanshi opened heaven, the Supreme sustained existence, and Lingbao brought finality. Linking existence and nonexistence in a cycle, they formed a Dao unto themselves-the Three Pure Ones as one.
And most importantly... Qin Tian