Chu Zheng's core divine thought manifested in the Sea of Consciousness, calmly gazing at the furnace, his pupils reflecting the boiling flames gathered by the laws of time and space.
In that moment, he seemed to see his physical body shattering inch by inch, every meridian, every bone disintegrating, and then under a higher level of power, reassembling in a more perfect, more Dao-accordant way, achieving Nirvana.
In deep seclusion, time lost its meaning; in the blink of an eye, it might have been a hundred years in the outside world.
No one knew how long had passed when the furnace refining the Three Flowers Fragments finally reacted violently.
Hum——
Like the pulse of a Dao sound, it resounded from the very depths of Chu Zheng's body, from the source of life, low and far-reaching, as if not originating from the present, but traversing the ancient River of Time, crossing endless space-time, and finally echoing within him.
