The newly-born flame lasted no more than three seconds before it split into two faint wisps of fire: one black, one white.
The black wisp of flame suddenly disintegrated and merged into the endless gray surroundings. Like a drop of ink, it rapidly dyed everything around it a grayish black.
The other white wisp of flame flickered a few times, about to merge into the surroundings as well, but it suddenly trembled and turned, shooting towards Lin Hui.
HISS.
The white flame shot into the center of his forehead, entering his very soul.
Only at this moment did he instantly understand. That white flame was the true form of the Yin Time Self-Origin Skill. It was the yang fire, differentiated from the fire of chaos that existed before the birth of all things—the source of all that is yang.
The tens of millions of years he had waited in chaos was, in fact, the process of cultivating the Yin Time Self-Origin Skill.
