Inside the coffin, there was not the absolute stillness and emptiness that one had expected.
Instead, it resembled an isolated, independent ocean of Dao principles, with an indescribable ancient energy slowly flowing within the limited dark space, as if it had accumulated countless ages.
Just as Li Qingshan had adapted to the darkness and silence inside.
As he prepared to use his divine sense, like tentacles, to carefully examine every inch of the walls inside the coffin, which were engraved with mysterious totems and seemed to record the history of a lost era.
An unexpected change occurred without warning!
A glimmer of light, like the core of a star that has slumbered for millennia suddenly awakened by an invisible force, emanated from the most intricate inner wall of the coffin.
It seemed to quietly light up at the core of a chaotic totem, at the intersection of all totem veins.
The light was initially extremely faint, like a firefly in a desolate wilderness on a cold night, which could be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness at any moment.
Like a candle flickering in the wind, its light wavering uncertainly, swaying as if it would be extinguished completely at any moment.
But it seemed to possess a life of its own, rapidly drawing upon some unknown and pure power from the Void and from the ancient Dao patterns on the coffin walls themselves.
The light grew brighter and more stable at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a carefully polished piece of jade, its inner radiance flowing and becoming more and more intense and dazzling.
Finally, after accumulating enough power, it made a "pop" sound.
Like a ripe fruit detached from the branch, it was completely freed from the constraints of the coffin walls.
It transformed into a drop of crystal-clear liquid, seemingly possessing its own spirit, which floated on its own in the absolute center of the coffin's interior.
That was a drop of blood!
A crimson ruby, refined through countless trials, pure and free of impurities, embodying the essence of all the "red" concepts in the world.
Magnificent and pure, radiating a heart-stirring pulse of life.
If one were to perceive it closely with divine sense, it would not be a single shade of red. At its deepest core, it seemed to contain the first ray of primordial light that burst forth from the chaos at the moment when heaven and earth were first created and Yin-Yang were separated.
It constantly emanates a sacred, seven-colored radiance; this radiance is not static, but rather as if it were alive.
The self-generated imagery depicts a miniature world of surging earth, fire, wind, and water, and the cycle of birth and death in time and space, as if a drop of blood contains an evolving primordial universe.
It floated there quietly, no bigger than a fingertip, like a condensed, slow but powerfully beating cosmic heart.
Every barely perceptible pulsation caused the underlying laws of this tiny space within the coffin to resonate and hum.
An indescribable aura of holiness, nobility, and supreme power, as if it were born to be above all things, spread out like mercury, filling every corner of the coffin!
"This aura!" Li Qingshan's mind jolted, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.
Not entirely unfamiliar! It seems like it happened a long, long time ago.
At the end of that long river of memory, almost dried up and sealed away, I once sensed a similar opportunity in a fleeting glimpse.
Yes, back then, outside the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, I sensed the immense aura emanating from the remains of that Great Accomplishment Sacred Body?
No, that's not right.
Although that aura was extremely powerful and vast, it was more of a manifestation of the ultimate exertion of power.
It lacks some of that supreme Daoist charm and dynamism originating from the source of life.
Not entirely the same
Was it during the final eruption of the great war that led to the demise of my Second Demonic Embryo, that I glimpsed, amidst the endless destruction, a tremor from the deepest recesses of the Primordial Great Demon origin, representing primordial chaos and destruction?
No, that was pure evil and chaos, the ultimate destruction, while this thing before me is divine and holy, full of the aura of creation and order, completely opposite!
Where exactly is it?
That inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if rooted deep in the soul, is like a fish swimming in deep water, fleeting and elusive, its scales gleaming but its true form hard to capture.
For a moment, he couldn't quite pinpoint its source, only feeling that something deep within his soul had been completely touched.
A sense of intimacy and longing arises spontaneously.
The scent of this drop of blood was completely different from the desolate mystery of the Small Bronze Coffin itself, which bore witness to eternity, buried eras, and was filled with the sense of death and reincarnation.
It is full of vibrant, surging life force, and a majestic Daoist spirit that seems to be born to rule all things, establish order, and decide the fate of the universe.
Its appearance instantly imbued the interior of this originally cold, lifeless coffin, which resembled Eternal tomb, with the meaning of "life" and the glory of "living".
It became magnificent and extraordinary, its radiance flowing like the core of a miniature Immortal Domain that was being conceived, evolved, and about to be born.
What shook Li Qingshan even more was the moment when the drop of crimson blood fully manifested and its unique supreme aura was fully unleashed.
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The newly formed, stable, and self-sustaining Second-Transformation Divine Body within him uncontrollably generated an unprecedentedly strong resonance!
As if summoned by the Di Huang at the source of his bloodline, the blood in his body accelerated and roared on its own, emitting a faint rumble like the surging of a river;
The Five Great Secret Realms Sea of Bitterness, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, Immortal Platform seemed to have encountered a natural master, and at the same time emitted a clear roar and tremor like the Great Dao Heavenly Sound.
Within the Dao Palace, the five elemental deities manifested spontaneously, bowing slightly towards the direction of the drop of blood;
In particular, the core of consciousness in Immortal Platform's sea of consciousness emanated a desire that originated from the most primal source of life, bordering on greed, and an indescribable, ultimate sense of closeness, as if returning to the womb.
It was an attraction that completely transcended rational judgment and memory, like a wanderer who had been separated for eternity and had no home, finally hearing a heartfelt call from the source of his bloodline, and trembling with excitement;
It was like a perfect and mysterious innate Dao diagram, but it was always missing the most core and crucial Dao pattern.
At this moment, we finally saw the last, crucial piece of the puzzle that would decide everything; the opportunity for a perfect ending was just around the corner.
In a profound and unseen way, an intuition that transcended thought and originated from existence itself made him absolutely certain that this drop of blood had some inseparable Cause and Effect with him, rooted in the essence of existence.
Or rather, it was always meant to be his!
It seems to be the most core part of his life, lost for countless years!
This is an extremely astonishing, even somewhat arrogant and absurd, conjecture.
But that incredibly clear and intense throbbing and perfect harmony, originating from every corner of his soul, resonated deep within his true spirit like a resounding bell.
This made him unconsciously and resolutely think in this direction.
"Or perhaps, when my attempt to transform from Demonic Embryo into Divine Embryo was interrupted, and my spiritual light was almost completely devoured by the demonic nature and about to be annihilated, it was forcibly intervened by some supreme power."
Chen Zhan?
Dugu Baitian?
"My most primordial and purest essence of life and Dao foundation imprint were stripped away and unexpectedly sealed within this coffin, awaiting the day of reunion?"
"Could it be that some long ago, a 'me' whose past self I have forgotten, left behind a contingency plan or a seed of inheritance, which has now been activated?"
Thoughts clashed violently in the sea of consciousness like lightning.
But reality no longer allowed him to think things through.
That drop of crimson blood, suspended in mid-air, seemingly possessing its own spirit and containing a vast vitality and Dao principles like a microcosm, seemed to clearly sense his pure aura, which shared the same origin and was free of impurities.
And his complete openness and unreserved acceptance.
It trembled slightly, emitting a humming sound that could only be clearly heard on the level of the soul, full of joy and intimacy, like a child who has left home finally seeing his family.
The next moment, it moved.
No longer still, no longer tentative.
The trajectory is mysterious yet natural, like a fledgling swallow instinctively crossing mountains and rivers to return to its old nest, or like the Milky Way in the heavens carrying an ancient destiny crashing down to earth.
It traced a beautiful and mysterious arc that perfectly matched the trajectory of the Great Dao, carrying with it an endless longing as if it had waited for ten thousand years and traversed endless cycles of reincarnation, and the immense joy of finally seeing it.
Ignoring the distance in space, it aimed precisely and resolutely at the ancestral aperture between Li Qingshan's eyebrows!
In Li Qingshan's pupils, the crimson seven-colored radiance, growing ever closer and more dazzling, seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe's birth and death.
He did not flinch at all; his eyes were calm and profound.
It even actively dispersed all the divine light and Daoist barriers that formed its self-defense, completely revealing its most primal and undefended state.
He completely trusted this thrill and intimacy that transcended all logical deduction and originated from his soul and instinct.
"Pop~"
A sound so faint it was almost nonexistent in the material world, yet so clear it resonated at the very core of Li Qingshan's soul, quietly rang out.
Like morning dewdrops falling onto a calm, mirror-like lake, rippling out in circles imbued with the essence of Tao;
Like a seed brimming with boundless vitality, it finally breaks through the last hard outer shell that envelops it.
That drop of crimson blood, without any hindrance, melted into his ancestral aperture between his eyebrows like water.
They vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed, yet as if they were always meant to be there.
The anticipated surge of violent energy, powerful enough to shatter stars and tear apart souls, did not arrive immediately.
The moment the drop of blood merged into his brow, it "dissolved" in a way that transcended comprehension, transforming into a warm and vast, yet incredibly gentle and delicate torrent.