At that moment, Zhou Heng felt the "Torch of Transcendence Will" itself undergo a leap.
That leap felt like the transformation of will from (Crystal☆) to (Crystal★): not an increase in quantity, but a leap in quality.
The torch's flames changed from orange-red to gold, then from gold to a color he could not name. That color transcended the definition of the spectrum and the understanding of sight; its existence could only be sensed through the soul.
It was the color of "Transcendence" itself.
Zhou Heng sat upright in the void and closed his eyes.
The flames blazed deep within his soul, converting all the power of "Returning" into nourishment for themselves, while beyond the flames, the endless echoes of "Yixuxi" were still trying to drag him toward the "Boundless Endless" Era.
The two forces collided fiercely within his body, one seeking to take him away, the other seeking to keep him there.
And Zhou Heng sat right at the center of these two forces, like the spot of calm in the eye of a storm. He let the wind and rain on either side rage and roar, remaining utterly unmoved.
Xin Ling'er, cradled in his hands, looked up at Zhou Heng as he sat upright with his eyes closed, watching the nameless flames around him burn ever more fiercely-
She did not know what had happened.
She only knew that her big brother was fighting a battle she could not comprehend at all against the Former Lord of Compassion, the most powerful being in this world.
But there was something she could do as well: continue praying devoutly, praying for the Later Lord of Compassion in whom she believed...
"This is..."
The true "Lord of Compassion·...%￥%...￥·(*^▽^*)·(•́へ•́╬)," seated directly before the "Boundless Hall," slowly opened his eyes.
As he looked