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Beautiful things coexist with danger, just like the Passion Flower is poisonous, and roses have thorns.
If one wishes to refine the millennia-old red lotus into an External Avatar, they must take unimaginable risks. This risk is negligible for deities, but for someone like Bu, who is still weak, it could be fatal!
"What should I do?" Bu Shuang's eyes gradually revealed a hint of determination, a trace of obsession, a kind of madness.
A great opportunity lay before him; as long as it wasn't a certain death situation, he was willing to fight for it. Opportunities are only available to those who are prepared, but if one is ready and the opportunity has already been seized by someone else, it is useless. He could only blame himself for not taking the chance at that moment. Now, Bu was determined to seize this chance.
Lange looked deeply at Bu for a moment. On this young man's slightly inexperienced face, he saw an unusual resolve. Lange nodded slowly, and his aged voice emerged: "Take a Serenity Pill and use your Mental Power to probe into the confinement of this Outer Profound Fire and delve into the Crimson Lotus Spirit."
The consciousness of this Crimson Lotus Spirit had been erased by ancient deities; what remained were only some residual Soul Fragments. These Soul Fragments would be your greatest obstacle in merging with it. You must remain clear-headed at all times and not let these chaotic soul messages disturb your mind.
This is a tug-of-war. As long as you can hold on until the end, until all the Soul Fragments can be absorbed by you, then this External Avatar will be successfully merged by you.
"Probe with Mental Power," Bu Shuang furrowed his brows and nodded lightly.
He took out a vial containing Serenity Pills from his Storage Bracelet, poured one milky-white pill into his mouth, and then looked at Lange with a serious nod, indicating that he was ready.
Lange no longer hesitated; he raised his hand and threw a rusted necklace around Bu's neck. The moment the necklace touched him, Bu felt his Mental Power surge more than doubled. Instantly, he felt clear-headed and invigorated. Without further hesitation, he released his Mental Power outward, transforming it into a thread of spiritual energy that penetrated into the swirling Purple Light above.
"Buzzing"
As if sensing Bu's Mental Power probing in, the previously still Purple Light suddenly began to spin violently. The intensity of its fiery dance increased dramatically, and its size rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, this purple light transformed into a beam two zhang long. The Red Entity sitting quietly within also grew larger until its form was nearly indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.
"Hiss"
An unimaginable high temperature suddenly radiated from the Purple Light. At that moment, the entire room seemed to leap from winter straight into summer. Waves of air rippled as breathing in this heat felt scorching.
"Clatter clatter"
Sweat beads as large as beans slid down Bu's forehead and dripped onto the ground. He felt a burning sensation as if he were being roasted, but at this moment, he could not afford to be distracted. The Mental Power that penetrated into the purple light spread rapidly like water, instantly merging into the meditating Crimson Lotus Spirit.
Boom!
As Bu's Mental Power surged into the Crimson Lotus Spirit, his body became completely still, his expression frozen in its initial state, eyes tightly closed, resembling a sculpture.
"Fellow, I hope you have great fortune and destiny. All my hopes for Anran's return are resting on you. Sigh," Lange murmured softly, looking at Bu's suddenly motionless body with a complex expression.
A spark of spirit, a state of the soul's initial birth.
Once Bu's Mental Power entered the Crimson Lotus Spirit, it seemed to traverse countless interfaces. This strand of Mental Power, carrying his soul and consciousness, continued to spread.
The world was like chaos before creation, a vast primordial void. In confusion, Bu could see no light and hear not a single sound. It was an indescribable environment where everything seemed to not exist; even himself felt illusory.
In this blankness, Bu's confusion gradually faded. He became aware of why he had come and slowly adapted to this body entirely transformed by Mental Power in this strange environment.
In the silent stillness, he felt no passage of time and could not touch the existence of matter. If he were an ordinary person, he might have gone mad long ago, but Bu did not. He retained a thread of clarity and calmness; in this silent oppression, he understood that losing his composure would mean death was near.
"Stay true to your heart and see the path with your heart."
Bu Jingjing moved forward, walking in this completely empty world, step by step, without fatigue.
Without sound, he listened to footsteps that did not exist. Without material presence, he treated this baseless path as a projection of the material world.
There was no concept of time here; it seemed like a fracture in the river of history, lacking too much and forming a blank space. Bu might have known that such aimless wandering was meaningless, yet he persisted; what he held onto was his true heart.
If in such an illusory world where nothing existed—even losing his heart and forgetting his own existence—then perhaps after that moment, he would truly cease to exist, completely merging into this blank world and becoming nothingness.
In this strange world, fearsome like a prison of the earth, everything is confined, sealed, and buried.
Bu is not a mechanical being devoid of emotions; he feels fear and even despair. Yet, after each moment of despair, his resolve strengthens, making his will more resilient and his heart steadier, allowing his steps to become more powerful.
"I am Bu, not the Demon Spirit Crimson Lotus that entered this realm, merging with the crimson lotus as my obsession."
Countless illusory years have passed, and Bu's essence, condensed from Mental Power, has begun to manifest illusions, gradually becoming transparent. This indicates that his original Mental Power is about to be exhausted. It is this sudden change that brings instant clarity and awakening to Bu, and at this moment, the earth undergoes a great transformation.
What was imprisoned escapes into life; what was sealed finds rebirth in desolation; what was buried in the world of spirits reappears as if time has reversed.
A golden Dragon Roar pulls a chariot, within which divine melodies resonate as if carrying deities. Auspicious Beasts gallop across the land, and countless birds sing together. There are hidden paradises resembling mirages, indistinct and unclear.
The scene shifts as if an invisible hand has turned the pages of a scroll.
A red lotus born within the Sea of Fire and Magma sways in the wind. The raging flames seem to nourish it; the fire that consumes everything appears to form its body.
As the scene changes again, another image emerges—this time resembling a catastrophe, an apocalypse.
Endless Magma erupts from the earth, scorching everything and incinerating all living beings.
The sea turns to sand; forests turn to ash. The ground cracks open, revealing countless beings suffering in the Sea of Fire, their forms twisted beyond recognition. A roaring dragon filled with fear is reduced to ashes by the flames swirling like clouds. Auspicious Beasts cry out in anguish as they struggle and roar in the Sea of Fire, ultimately unable to escape disaster.
No longer is it just a Sea of Fire; no longer is it merely land; it has become a world-ending Magma.
"This is what it means for the crimson lotus to transform into a demon and bring calamity," Bu Xin murmurs in shock.
He does not know when all this transpired before him, but he is certain that it all truly existed at some point in time and is not merely an illusion.
“Outsider Red Lotus, daring to destroy the sacred land of my true self, I will use your body to forge a External Avatar.”
Suddenly, the world collapsed with a thunderous roar, and a chilling voice echoed like a winter's chill. In an instant, the body formed from Mental Power shattered with a loud bang. At the same time, the true self's complexion turned pale, blood beads oozing from its pores, while its mind was bombarded by the sound of countless thunderclaps.
“This is bad; we have reached the final moment.” Lange, who had been anxiously watching over, suddenly stood up from his seat. With a tense and serious expression, he extended a strand of consciousness and forcefully injected it into the true self's mind, stimulating its Mental Power to rapidly recover from exhaustion.
At that moment, the rusted necklace hanging around the true self's neck disintegrated into powder with a loud bang under Lange's pained gaze. A strange wave of energy surged forth, and under this peculiar influence, the true self's Mental Power almost instantly regained most of its strength.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Inside the Crimson Lotus Spirit, as the divine voice shattered the world, numerous spatial rifts emerged. These rifts gaped like nightmares, dark and terrifying, seemingly ready to devour everything.
The already shattered body of Mental Power began to heal slowly within this broken world.
Like droplets of water converging, all the fragmented pieces of Mental Power came together. With continuous supply from the true self's essence, this newly formed body of Mental Power became incredibly solid, far stronger than before.
Almost as soon as this second body formed from Mental Power appeared, the collapsing world crumbled with a deafening roar. It was as if the earth was being compressed together; vast expanses of space disintegrated, the crust cracked into abysses, and chaos twisted through the void. Amidst this compression came an onslaught of many Soul Fragments.
Everything happened too quickly; just as the true self finished forming its body, it could not react in time. When the first Soul Fragment invaded its consciousness, it unleashed a cataclysmic storm.
The true self trembled violently in that instant, blood flowing from its Seven Orifices, in a state of utter misery. Yet all its awareness accompanied its Mental Power into the body of the Crimson Lotus Spirit. Although it sensed what was happening outside, it was utterly powerless to respond.
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