A series of muffled thunderclaps exploded in the void.
Everyone could sense that the entire Earth seemed to suddenly grow a heart, beating powerfully deep beneath the surface.
Even those heavily wounded members of the Upper-Grade Lin Clan began recovering at an incredible speed.
Their faces shifted from exhaustion to vibrant energy.
All beneath Heaven and Earth glowed with a gentle radiance, and wherever the light touched, powerful vitality surged forth.
Evan Lin watched the scene before him in silence.
As the spirit spring merged into the world and all things began to revive—
Evan could even sense that, up above the dome of the sky where the Heavenly Dao resided, it was as if an invisible eye was slowly opening.
“This is the world you wanted.”
Evan turned to Lily Zhao.
His chest.
The pitch-black Lyria Blossom was frantically swallowing the spiritual qi around it.
Streams of spiritual qi from countless places converged into Evan’s body.
Those flows of qi were like a vast ocean.
And right now, the pitch-black Lyria Blossom was like the sea-eye at the center of it all.
It devoured everything.
A flood of ancient, primordial aura spilled outward from the pitch-black Lyria Blossom.
As spiritual qi poured in, the petals of the pitch-black Lyria Blossom shimmered with crystalline light.
The flower blazed brilliantly.
Blood was already slowly trickling from the corner of Evan’s mouth, but his expression stayed calm as he looked at Lily Zhao.
It was as if—
He was waiting for her to say something.
The spiritual qi inside Evan was being recklessly seized by the pitch-black Lyria Blossom.
Evan made no move to resist at all.
He simply let it grow stronger, let its petals unfold one by one.
Let the being hidden inside it slowly awaken.
“Maybe so.” Lily Zhao sighed.
Her gaze toward Evan was filled with unspeakable sorrow.
But she couldn’t stop it either.
She had waited too long.
So long that the concept of time itself had blurred.
“Alright, then as you wish.”
Evan nodded, then gave a faint smile.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
More and more.
Evan felt his power draining away at lightning speed.
His hair turned from jet-black to snow-white before their eyes.
A decayed aura slowly spread out from Evan, blanketing the area.
Unlike the surroundings, which were soaked in revived spiritual qi, every trace of vitality around Evan was rapidly withering.
Black hair turned white.