Chapter 852 Chaos Black Lotus, the Origin of Chaos, Using My Body to Exchange for the Continuation of Chaos

Moreover, Ci Song clearly learned about Ran Qiu's subsequent memories. After Ran Qiu worshiped the stele of Confucius, he entered a void.

The surrounding void seemed to be an endless dark abyss, so silent that it made people's hearts tremble.

In the darkness, there are occasionally a few faint rays of light flickering, like mysterious stars looming in the distant sky.

Countless ink-colored black lotuses floated throughout the void. These black lotuses seemed chaotic, but they always exuded a mysterious and strange aura.

Those inky black lotuses were floating quietly, exuding a mysterious and strange aura, as if they were mysterious things left over from ancient times.

Ran Qiu stood in the void, his eyes full of determination and calmness.

Those black lotuses seemed to be alive, swaying slightly, as if they were telling Ran Qiu something, but it was unpredictable.

Ran Qiu walked forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution. The petals of the black lotus are delicate and deep, like ink-dyed silk, and there seem to be faint lines on them, like ancient runes or mysterious patterns.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Black Lotus, but stopped when he was about to touch it.

"Each Chaos Black Lotus is enough to forcibly create a strong Half-Saint. It's better not to be discovered here."

Ran Qiu chuckled and muttered to himself, and then he saw him forming seals with his hands, using his own talent to pull the black lotus and bring it together. The moment these black lotuses came into contact with each other, they began to intertwine and merge.

The next moment, a strong breath of chaos instantly filled the entire void, and a pure white flower appeared in front of Ran Qiu. This was a strange flower that was as holy as snow and exuded pure light. It was different from the surrounding ink-colored black lotus. The mystery and weirdness are in sharp contrast.

This white flower has petals layered on top of each other, as if they were carved from delicate suet white jade, and each piece exudes pure and soft light. The edges of the petals are slightly curled, like a shy girl's gently gathered skirt, with a natural elegance and agility.

The stamen is like a bright pearl, emitting golden light. The light seems to flow from the depths of the stamen, carrying a mysterious power.

The stem of the white flower is straight and slender, like a crystal clear crystal column with faint lines on it. There are still a few drops of crystal dew hanging on the stems, shining with colorful light, like dreamy gems.

Ran Qiu stared at the flower, his eyes filled with emotion. He reached out his hand and gently touched the white flower. The petals were soft and warm, as if carrying the pulse of life. At the moment of contact, Ran Qiu felt a powerful force pouring into his body, and his talent seemed to be stimulated to the extreme.

"Who would have thought that the origin of chaos that makes the world of chaos change its color is actually such a beautiful flower."

After saying that, Ran Qiu shook his head, then sacrificed his Saint Soul and began to burn it. At this moment, he had made up his mind to use his Saint Soul to seal the origin of chaos and integrate it into his body.

Ran Qiu took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and mobilized all his talents. A faint light began to appear around his body, and the light rippled like water waves. Then, he formed a seal with his hands and muttered something in his mouth. Mysterious runes flew out from his fingertips and swirled around the white flower.

Baihua seemed to feel the threat, trembling slightly, and the light became brighter and darker.

Ran Qiu remained unmoved and continued to increase the output of his talents. Those runes turned faster and faster, gradually forming a huge vortex, shrouding the white flowers in it.

Ran Qiu opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He sacrificed his saint's soul, and the saint's soul exuded bright light, like a bright star, lighting up the entire void.

He began to burn the saint's soul, and the light became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to burn the entire land of chaos.

The burning soul of the saint slowly approached the white flower, and there seemed to be a mysterious connection between the two.

That powerful force began to gather gradually, preparing for the final showdown. Ran Qiu's forehead was beaded with beads of sweat, but his hands remained steady, constantly adjusting the position and power of the runes.

As the Saint's Soul approached, Bai Hua began to struggle violently. It seemed unwilling to be sealed, and exuded a powerful aura of chaos. The aura was like a raging storm, raging in the void, trying to resist the seal of the saint's soul.

However, Ran Qiu was already prepared. His eyes were bright and his expression was resolute, and he continued to strengthen the power of the runes. Those mysterious runes shimmered like strong chains, gradually suppressing the aura of chaos.

As the Saint's Soul approached, Bai Hua began to struggle violently. It twisted its body crazily, its petals trembled, and exuded a powerful breath of chaos. The breath was like a raging black torrent, rushing wildly in the void, trying to resist the seal of the saint's soul.

Ran Qiu's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed incomparable perseverance.

He danced his hands quickly, and mysterious runes flew out from his fingertips, like twinkling stars, spinning around the white flowers. Those runes exuded powerful power, colliding with the aura of chaos and making a sizzling sound.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and concentrated on feeling the confrontation between the runes and the aura of chaos.

With every collision, he could clearly feel the powerful impact, but he did not flinch and constantly adjusted the position and power of the runes.

Sweat beads slid down his forehead, dripped into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

Ran Qiu took a deep breath and increased the output of his talent again. A more dazzling light appeared around his body, and the light was like a golden flame, enveloping him.

The speed of his hands forming seals became faster and faster, and the rotation of the runes became faster and faster.

The white flower struggled more and more fiercely, and its petals began to fall off, turning into pieces of black mist, trying to break through the constraints of the runes.

However, Ran Qiu had already made preparations. He muttered something in his mouth, and a more complex rune pattern emerged in the void.

This rune pattern was like a huge cage, trapping the white flower tightly in it.

A trace of determination flashed in Ran Qiu's eyes. He controlled the soul of the saint and merged directly with the white flower.

At the same time, Ran Qiu's own consciousness was gradually dissipating.

"Use my body in exchange for the continuation of chaos."

After Ran Qiu said this, his voice echoed in the void with endless determination. He completely burned his saintly soul, and the brilliant light was like a gorgeous firework, illuminating the dark void.

Then, he controlled his body and forced the white flower to merge into it.

At that moment, Ran Qiu's body seemed to have turned into a huge container, containing the power of the Chaos Flower.

His body exuded a strange light, which had both the mystery of the Chaos Flower and the majesty of the saint's talent.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and everything became so quiet and solemn.

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