Chapter 1907 - 208: Primordial Spirit Transformation, the Possibility of Surpassing Ancient Immortal Sages!

Above the nurturing.

Vast waves of jade, countless silver scales.

Above the lake’s surface, a figure stands in midair, long hair dancing wildly.

Only to see a round Mingyue rise slowly from the west in the sky, its brilliance growing with each increment it ascends.

At this moment, time flows, seemingly like a shuttle.

The speed at which the Mingyue climbs is visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment, the moon stands high, hanging at the zenith, and its light shines all around, making the world as bright as day.

"Is this...a divine miracle?" An elder in the lakeside fishing village gazes in a daze, staring at the figure above the lake surface.

Suddenly.

A stream of silver liquid falls from the moon, directly descending, entering the body of the figure above the lake.

Jiang Ning stands on the lake’s surface, enveloped in the moonlight, emanating a faint silvery brilliance.

The Taiyin True Scripture within the body is operating at its utmost peak at this moment.

Within the Spirit Platform.

Silver liquid flows and directly infuses into the Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, everything becomes clear, the internal fire dissipates in a flash, leaving the body icy cold.

Under the pouring of the silver liquid, Jiang Ning feels as if he has been within the Guanghan Palace for a millennium, with a heart calm and free of any distractions, reaching a state of no joy and no sorrow.

In the next moment.

He feels the Taiyin Origin infusing into the Primordial Spirit, instantly intersecting with the Taiyang Origin.

The intersection of Yin and Yang returns to chaos, and chaos returns to the Innate.

At this moment, he feels the Primordial Spirit changing, transforming.

This is an indescribable sense of mystery.

The harmony of Yin and Yang, the two energies merging into one, primordial unity arises spontaneously...

Within the Spirit Platform, under the tempering of the Taiyin and Taiyang Origin, the Primordial Spirit gradually sheds color, transforming into a chaotic haze.

Within the chaos, the Yin and Yang Qi circulate endlessly.

The Golden Crow spreads its wings, flames set the sky ablaze.

The Jade Rabbit leaps, casting a clear radiance all around.

The two forces do not simply merge but undergo continual annihilation in their collision, followed by the rebirth of the two Qi.

Each cycle of reincarnation brings fundamental restructuring.

With each remodeling, the foundation of the Primordial Spirit becomes more solid, more pure.

And thus, it imbues a different aura.

An aura that surpasses the Taiyin and Taiyang, a higher level of mystery.

During the constant refinement, deep within the Primordial Spirit, a perfectly harmonious Chaos Seed bearing Yin Yang Dao’s pattern gradually forms, suspended within the Spirit Platform of the Primordial Spirit.

Covered in mystical patterns, with illusions of the sun and moon appearing, the aura vast and ancient.

That is the breath of the Origin from the beginning of heaven and earth, the origin of all things.

At this moment.

The figure above Yang Lake.

His body suddenly shudders.

Then a ripple, with no particular pattern, spreads outward.

The ripple interweaves in gold and silver hues, with intense energy in the golden radiance, and a cool aura within the silver light.

The ripple formed by the interchange gradually diffuses, forming an intermingling of you within me, me within you.

Where the ripple passes, the azure waves solidify, and the fish leap suspended in the air.

The scene of Mingyue rising above the lake seems to freeze at this moment.

Frozen in the eyes of the people around Yang Lake.

They gape in astonishment, staring dazedly at the figure above the lake, as if time itself had congealed in this place.

The wind stops, water stills, moonlight solidifies like frost, and all creation falls into a tranquility.

Only within Jiang Ning, the Primordial Spirit undergoes an unprecedented transformation, the Chaos Seed, which unifies Yin and Yang and returns to the Origin, quietly germinates, with roots deeply implanted in the Spirit Platform of the Primordial Spirit.

The tendrils extend from the Spirit Platform at the forehead to all parts of the Primordial Spirit.

In the next instant, the intertwining golden and silver ripples rapidly retract, merging back into Jiang Ning’s forehead.

The lake’s surface ripples again, and moonlight flows as it always has.

Yet within the Spirit Platform.

Upon the solidified shadow of the Primordial Spirit, numerous golden and silver patterns appear around.

These patterns simultaneously bear the aura of the Taiyin and Taiyang.

This is the phenomenon appearing as these two powers emerge along the tendrils from the seed.

Then, the emerging patterns gradually return to silence.

...

Above the lake’s surface.

Jiang Ning slowly opens his eyes, within the left reflecting a Golden Crow, the right suspending a Jade Rabbit, his gaze radiating divinity, yet reverting to profound calm within a breath, as if it encompasses a world within.

He lowers his head towards his hands.

The patterns in his palms, fleeting between sun and moon, faintly the Kun and the Peng are visible.

"The transformation of Yin and Yang, the transformation of chaos, the transformation of Kunpeng, all seem to be connected together." He murmurs inwardly, as he feels within the Primordial Spirit, at the Spirit Platform, the perfectly harmonious seed.

That seed, suspended within the Spirit Platform of the Primordial Spirit, fully covered in mystical patterns.

The seed’s tendrils, generating countless veins.

These veins, spreading throughout the Primordial Spirit, forming a massive network.

At this moment, he contemplates silently.

The seed at the Spirit Platform of the Primordial Spirit is the greatest transformation following this fundamental change.

With countless tendrils, spreading throughout the Primordial Spirit.

He can feel that if he were to mobilize the Primordial Spirit again in the future.

The power will be highly unified.

Compared to before, it’s like an unruly mob finding faith, having the spirit of an army, all strength directed in one.

This change is a transformation of quality, not a quantitative increase.

From now on, things will never be the same.

"Perhaps, this seed at some moment in the future, will undergo even greater metamorphosis." A fleeting thought crosses his mind.

In the next moment.

He glances towards the distant lakeshore, moves his figure, transforming into a beam of intertwining golden and silver light, shooting straight to the sky.

In just a flash, he disappears into the vastness of the night.

Leaving only a clearly visible trace of rainbow light traversing the skyline.

By the shore of Yang Lake.

The elder, holding a young child, finally returns to his senses.

He looks again at the center of the lake, but it is now empty.

Only upon the lake’s surface, undisturbed ripples layer outwards.

Overhead, the incomparably bright and bright moon has now slipped to the mountaintop, moonlight hazy, draping over the earth.