For seven days and seven nights, Yun Lintian sat motionless beneath the Tree of Life. His Divine Core pulsed like a second heart, the golden scales of Balance authority slowly integrating with his being.
Linlin and Qingqing kept watch nearby, their playful banter fading into quiet vigilance as the process stretched on. Even the forest creatures seemed to hold their breath, sensing the monumental shift occurring at the heart of Qing Yun's domain.
The Balance authority fought him like a wild beast refusing to be tamed. Every attempt to merge it with his Divine Core was met with violent rejection. Golden energy lashed out, scorching his meridians with the searing heat of judgment.
Wrong approach.
Yun Lintian withdrew, blood trickling from his nose. He wiped it away absently, his gaze fixed on the shifting scales within his core.
He stopped trying to dominate the power. Instead, he watched.
