Boundless starry sky.
The dharma body sat cross-legged in the center. Though its enormous figure was not as vast as the sun, it still, through a particular angle, obscured the light en route to the stars.
Song Lin held his hands in a supporting gesture as the Ancient Green Candle Lamp floated before him, releasing sunlight toward the stars ahead.
Infinite Pure Yang power continuously poured into his body. His cultivation in the Harmonization Realm escalated without pause, improving with each passing day.
The more pivotal the moment, the less he could afford to leave easily.
In those days, the Candle Dragon faced the same predicament, able only to suspend itself in the heavens and watch helplessly as the mortal world descended into uncontrollable chaos.
After all, leaving prematurely could result in all efforts coming to naught. Song Lin dared not take that risk.
Of course, he had one advantage over the Candle Dragon—he possessed avatars.
