At the deepest roots of the Primordial World’s ley lines, the concepts of time and space blurred into vagueness, leaving only the turbid spiritual veins that had flowed since antiquity to instantly solidify and freeze. Deep within the earth, a World-Destruction Black Lotus, gargantuan enough to induce suffocation, bloomed in silence. Taking root at the epicenter of the Primordial World’s most turbid karmic forces, its ink-black petals were stacked layer upon layer, their unfolding swallowing all ambient light. Only at the center of the lotus platform did three utterly distinct halos clash and tear at one another in fierce contention, every single collision causing this gloomy, deathly silent abyss to shudder violently.
One halo was as cold and clear as a solitary autumn moon over a freezing pool—that was the pure spirit of Lady Shiji, stripped of all earthly defilement and murderous karma, translucent and white, radiating a heart-wrenching tranquility. Another was as blazing as subterranean magma; the churning, boiling primordial life essence of Taiyi Zhenren roared and surged within it, startlingly crimson, containing the boundless vitality of an undestroyed Golden Immortal alongside a formidable, unyielding destructive force. The third halo was the strangest of all. It seemed condensed from countless shattered stars, flickering in and out of existence, circulating the most pristine, innocent original memory fragments of the Spirit Pearl from the moment of its birth, fragme…
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