Within the boundless expanse of Lin Xiao’s dantian, the storm had ceased, replaced by a peace as ancient as the stars.
The violent, churning ocean of molten Yang-star-fire and violet sky-trial fluid had fully steadied. Guided by the Primordial Chaos technique, the sky-high energy of nine sky execution strikes had been stripped of every trace of karmic malice. It cooled into a mirror-like lake of deep, rainbow-bright azure nectar.
At the exact center of this calm spiritual sea, a single bud of pure light rose from the depths.
It was the Primordial Chaos Lotus.
Slowly, deliberately, its twelve semi-clear petals unfolded one by one. Each petal was inscribed with ancient, flowing characters representing the deepest laws of water, void, and life. As the twelfth petal opened, a brilliant pillar of sapphire-and-gold soft glow erupted from the heart of the flower, lighting up Lin Xiao’s entire soul landscape with a warmth that felt like springtime after ten thousand years of winter.
Sitting peacefully upon the golden stamen of the lotus was the culmination of his breakthrough.
It wasn’t a tiny golden human infant like those formed by traditional fighters. It wasn’t a terrifying fiendgod embryo with horns and claws.
It was an adorable, glowing, tiny semi-clear blue slime baby.
