Mysterious Rain Immortal Realm.
Dark clouds hung heavy, lightning tore through the vast expanse, and the whole world seemed pressed into an icy coffin.
Chen Xun said nothing and did not move. Only half of his calm face was briefly illuminated whenever lightning flashed, its depth seeming to span the ages, past and present.
All of a sudden—
He lightly raised one hand.
Buzz.
From the silent, lifeless vault of heaven, a vast stream of light surged backward from his palm. It was not immortal light, but the endless Life Immortal Source he had gathered throughout the boundless years.
The stream of light condensed into a flower bud, slowly emerging beneath the layered black clouds.
Its petals had yet to unfurl, yet it already seemed as though ten thousand worlds were ringing in unison.
The flower's body was crystalline, its light-rain pouring down like a waterfall. From every vein flowed countless surges of vitality, as if it were spreading out a real heaven and earth.
Before their eyes—
Within the patterns of one petal, an entire land of rivers and mountains faintly appeared.
Upon another petal, countless races and common folk rose and fell, the seasons of spring and autumn evolving.
And when the flower's core first trembled, myriad stars were born and extinguished from the void, as though heaven and earth were being opened up within a single breath!
One leaf, one world.
One petal, one vault of heaven.
As the flower bud slowly bloomed, the mountains and rivers of the Mysterious Rain Immortal Realm, dead and silent from the immortal war, began to revive. Long-collapsed spirit springs flowed again, and shattered Dao marks healed on their own.
Even the immortal corpses smashed apart by lightning in the void burst back to life in an instant—yet before they could