A Ning Feiyan blossom that has never been seen in this world, a golden hue, gently bloomed into the long night.
When the bud opened and the petals unfolded, the heart of the flower nurtured a strand of lingering soul consciousness.
Merely a strand, so faint it seemed a gentle breeze could scatter it away.
Yet it was this fragile thread of spiritual consciousness, nurtured amidst the vast ancient hall of the long night.
The mist transformed by Purple Butterfly was lightly tainted by the stamen, and the soul consciousness sleeping within the golden flower seemed to abruptly draw in the moisture it had long been parched for.
Suddenly, a deep purple consciousness arose from within the stamen, greedily clamping onto Ning Feiyan's Divine Sense, frantically absorbing it.
