The color of the flame also transformed, shifting from a pure golden-red to a strange, fused state.
Its core remained a blazing golden-red, but the edges of the flame and its halo were tinged with a layer of cool silver-white.
The moon's radiance and the sun's flame no longer fought against each other, but intertwined and coexisted like a double helix.
An even stranger change occurred outside the Star Core.
A silver-white point of light silently condensed into view. It was not bright, yet it was incredibly stable, slowly orbiting the blazing Star Core like a loyal satellite.
Sealed within the point of light was a constantly shifting, miniature Dream Realm.
The Abyssal Demonic Qi he had previously absorbed churned within, transforming into writhing, contorted mountain ranges, madly surging dark oceans, and the countless crawling, roaring embryos of dream creatures.
