Crack, crack...
Fine cracks silently spread across the lapis lazuli floor beneath his feet.
The true essence within Qing Chen circulated madly!
His nascent soul blazed with light in his sea of qi, trembling violently, yet its movements remained sluggish, as though it had sunk into an icy sea.
Countless tiny beads of blood were forcibly squeezed through his skin, staining his robes red.
Every inch of his flesh bore a crushing weight.
More terrifying still was the pressure on his divine soul.
At the center of his sea of consciousness, the Nine-Petal Demon Lotus Platform, which had always rotated slowly to steady his mind, now seemed to have been forcibly pinned down!
The lotus platform's rotation abruptly slowed. The demon runes flowing across its petals flickered, seemingly about to freeze altogether.
"Urgh..."
A metallic sweetness rose in Qing Chen's throat, followed by a rush of bloody odor. A thread of scarlet spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Hah-!"
A low, hoarse roar.
Within his sea of consciousness, the nine petals of the suppressed, single-tier Demon Lotus Platform suddenly wrenched backward!
Buzzz-!
Dark divine sense, far purer than before, erupted from between Qing Chen's brows!
The phantom Demon Lotus Platform above his head abruptly solidified. Its petals slowly unfurled, shedding a hazy yet tenacious demonic light.
His long accumulation had actually burst forth!!! He had gained an insight!
At the same time, two streaks of light suddenly flared within his sea of qi.
One was crimson as blood, churning with bloody baleful intent; the other shimmered dark gold, its attraction and repulsion ever-shifting.
Power of blood path rules! Magnetic origin rule power!
The intent of the Yang Spirit flowed, and the two powers of laws, both of an exceedingly high fundamental nature, converged, barely opening a thin "domain" within