Chen Sheng sat upright atop the Cloud Platform.
Around him, the Dao Rhyme of Taiyin slowly flowed, with a faint glow of pure white light flashing intermittently.
The surrounding void was fully saturated with cool moonlight, gently undulating, and rippling out circles of pale waves.
Suddenly.
A glimmer at the center of his brows suddenly brightened.
A thread of pure and flawless brilliant white Divine Mark slowly emerged.
In the next moment, a phantom of a moon laurel the size of an inch quietly took shape.
Countless intricate Taiyin Divine Marks entwined the branches, circulating an indestructible Dao Rhyme, marking it as his meticulously refined Innate Taiyin Dharma Seed.
The Dharma Seed hung at the center of his brows, gently rotating; strands of majestic and rich Taiyin Power dripped down, permeating throughout his body, nourishing his foundation.
