Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1803 An Eternal Encounter: The Divine Gift of the Orchid Seal
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The golden nine-palace magic array slowly retracted, transforming into specks of golden light that merged into Xiaoyi's consciousness.

After the violent tremors, the primordial purple energy gradually subsided, like the sea after a storm, returning to a profound tranquility.

The towering Shao Siming Dharma image, with its flowing blue-white divine light, seemed to have softened somewhat, no longer carrying the absolute, suffocating sense of oppression it had before. It was more like it was quietly watching the tiny victor below.

Xiao Yi floated above the shattered purple clouds, her figure appearing thin and weary, yet exuding a resilience forged through trials.

She was slightly out of breath. The giant vines of the seven realms in her sea of ​​consciousness, and the vortex of the vortex realm, had dimmed considerably. The earth-shattering battle with the "inner demon" had almost exhausted all of her mental and spiritual will.

She raised her head, her amethyst-like eyes gazing at the vast and boundless Dharma image.

Vast, ancient, boundless... that majesty originating from the source of life and time still exists, but it seems to have gained a touch of... scrutiny? Or perhaps a kind of... silent recognition?

She did not immediately try to leave this space.

An intuition from the depths of her soul told her that this moment of peace was a crucial juncture for understanding and being understood.

She needs to see closer.

As soon as the thought arose, Xiaoyi's consciousness ascended upwards once more.

Unlike the previous struggles to break through layers of space, this ascent was exceptionally smooth.

The surging purple aura, like submissive subjects, parted to create an invisible passage beneath her.

She flew higher and higher, over the enormous base of the Dharma image, over the mountain-like silhouette, and finally, she reached a height level with the head of that enormous Dharma image.

This was the first time she had looked so closely and almost equally into the eyes of the divine source residing deep within her consciousness.

Close at hand!

The face of the Dharma Image remained indistinct, flowing with a bluish-white divine light. Only the outline of the facial features could be vaguely perceived. It was a blurry face that blended feminine gentleness with divine solemnity.

Those eyes, formed from the swirling chaos of galaxies, were now calmly "gazing" at her.

There were no emotions, no words.

Only the vast silence of the universe and the omnipresent aura of law flowed silently in this quiet gaze.

Time loses its measure here.

A second, or a thousand years.

Xiao Yi stared into those chaotic eyes, trying to pierce through the ancient mist and understand the true source of this power and will and its connection to her own existence.

She is no longer a naive vessel; she has proven her will and is capable of being a companion on the path, rather than merely a passive recipient.

A life-or-death realization exploded in her mind: the Nine Palaces Soul Transfer Technique had suppressed her inner demons precisely because she, with her mortal soul, had activated fragments of the divine law of "destiny." Just as this silence seemed about to solidify into eternity—

The towering Shao Siming Dharma image, with its unimaginably large right hand formed from pure bluish-white divine light, slowly raised without warning!
The movement was not swift, but it carried a sense of destiny that transcended time and could not be resisted; the laws of the entire space seemed to yield to this single finger.

Its target was the tiny garment, floating before its eyes like a speck of dust.

Xiao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted! She wanted to move, to dodge, to summon her martial spirit, and to use the Nine Palaces Soul Transfer Technique again!
However, all thoughts were frozen the moment they arose.

It is not a form of oppressive suppression, but a deeper kind of "stillness" that originates from the very source of life.

The surrounding space and time, every inch of her conscious energy, and even the flow of her thoughts were all guided and defined by the movement of this finger.

Like an insect trapped in amber, she could only watch helplessly as the enormous finger, radiating a divine light capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, slowly touched her brow.

The shape of the fingers became clearer as they drew nearer—the tips, the posture of the five fingers, were magnified a million times, yet remained incredibly precise, profound and ancient…

Orchid finger gesture!
This posture is the same as the starting stance of Xiaoyi when she used the Nine Palaces Soul Transfer Technique during her battle with her inner demons, and the same movement that her body unconsciously made while she was asleep!
At this moment, this hand gesture, which contains the essence of her core finger technique and serves as a bridge to communicate with the power of the Lesser God of Fate, is being performed by the Dharma form of this vast deity in the most primal way, striking towards the core of her soul!

That was by no means a mundane gesture of picking flowers, but a manifestation of the laws of the universe.

The azure-white divine light condensed into liquid crystal, enveloping the star map. The knuckles, like mountains, revealed the birth and death of stars, exuding an ancient solemnity.

Its trajectory traces a fateful arc, and wherever it passes, surging purple energy instantly condenses into a mirror, reflecting tiny dust particles within.

The immense power that encompasses the birth and death of all things makes every tremor of Xiao Yi's soul feel like an ant looking up at a towering divine mountain.

The bluish-white light that gathered at the fingertips was not destructive, but contained immense information beyond comprehension, fragments of rules, and... the final ceremony of recognition.

close!

Closer!
Xiao Yi could even "see" the tiny runes flowing from that giant fingertip, rotating like a galaxy, each one explaining the profound truth of the birth, growth, decay, and reincarnation of life.

An indescribable amount of information and a torrent of pure laws instantly flowed from those pale blue fingertips, through the portal of the mind's eye and heart, and fiercely entered Xiao Yi's consciousness!
Om-! ! !
Her consciousness was instantly engulfed and enveloped by boundless bluish-white divine light!
There is no pain, only an extreme dizziness where the soul is completely "stretched out," the mind is infinitely stretched, and memories and cognition are instantly washed away and disrupted.

Everything in her field of vision—the vast Dharma image, the surging purple clouds, and even herself—remained frozen in the last moment before her consciousness was submerged.

She couldn't even utter a muffled groan before she was enveloped in that pure divine aura and fell into the deepest, most profound, primordial unconsciousness, as if returning to the womb of chaos.

"Your life is like a star, illuminating the lives of others like a river."

A low, divine hum reverberated through time and space, and the image of the Lesser Master of Fate slowly withdrew its fingers, returning to a silent state.

Those eyes, which seemed to shimmer with chaotic starlight, flickered slightly before returning to silence.

At the heart of the vast and boundless purple cloud sea, only this towering, azure-white Dharma image, exuding a primordial and desolate aura, and a tiny figure suspended not far in front of it, tightly enveloped by a dense and gentle azure-white light like a cocoon, in a state of absolute unconsciousness.

A golden nine-palace pattern emerges on the surface of the cocoon, intertwined and coexisting with the bluish-white divine light—it is the mark of her struggle, and also the final crowning of the mortal soul by the divinity.

The light flowed silently.

(End of this chapter)