As the voice echoed within Wang Lin’s soul, the feeble light perceived by his left eye intensified, growing into a radiant beacon that threatened to engulf his very being.

A profound comprehension of the Primordial Origin began to stir within him, drawn forth by the all-encompassing light.

This was no mere inheritance, but a revelation – the unvarnished truth of the Primordial Origin laid bare before Wang Lin. How much he could discern, how much he could grasp, was independent of the Eastern Pool’s influence. The burden rested entirely upon the individual.

Some might glimpse the light upon their first immersion, gaining a nascent understanding of the Primordial Origin. They would depart the Eastern Pool with a seed of that essence planted deep within their hearts.

Others, like Wang Lin before, might find nothing of substance, their understanding of the Origin merely augmented by a sliver.

Yet, there were those who, within those scant two opportunities, seized upon the lion’s share of the Primordial Origin’s secrets. Awakening, they carried away not just the seed, but also the dawning comprehension of its nature.

Whether any soul had ever fully claimed the entirety of the Primordial Origin remained unknown to Wang Lin. Lost in this strange state, he seemed to forget all else. His right eye blurred into insignificance, while his left beheld the perfect transformations of the unique Primordial Origin.

The passage of time became meaningless. When the Eastern Pool’s power forcibly roused him, a blinding flash erupted from his left eye for a fleeting moment before fading.

“Still lacking…” Wang Lin’s eyes shone with determination as he closed them once more, plunging into the Eastern Pool for the fifth time.

This time, employing the art of Deception, he bypassed the Pool’s scrutiny. Instantly, his left eye beheld the infinite light, seemingly inches from his face.

“The Primordial Origin is born from nothingness. In ages past, when gods were absent from the heavens, the ancients revered the sun, seeking its light and warmth through fervent worship…

Thus, the Primordial Power arose, a mysterious force born from the first acts of devotion, the initial manifestation of the rising sun…

This power gradually shifted, evolving with the passage of ages and the emergence of unique individuals. The laws governing the heavens then embraced the Primordial Rule.

The Primordial Rule dictates the sun’s ascent and descent, yet I, Du, have observed and realized that the sun’s movement is born of the heart’s desire. When the heart stirs, so too does the earth, so too does the sky, and even the steadfast sun is affected.

Delving deeper, beholding countless sunrises across the vast sky, I understood the very genesis of the Primordial Origin…

This Origin is the dawn of all light and heat…” Wang Lin was consumed by the voice, feeling the light engulf him entirely. It was as if he witnessed a myriad of sunrises unfold within the brilliance, guided by the sound.

Within this eternal dawn, Wang Lin sensed an aura of righteous grandeur – the very breath of the rising sun, an embodiment of integrity and unwavering strength.

One who dwells long within the heart of the dawn would surely possess a similar spirit, a soul not necessarily god-like, but never one to betray its own conscience!

After an age, Wang Lin opened his eyes, emerging from his fifth immersion. The radiant light within his left eye endured for dozens of breaths before slowly dissipating.

Liu Jinbiao, witnessing the light in Wang Lin’s eye, trembled and averted his gaze. Even the Golden Venerable Sea Dragon flinched and retreated from the raw power.

Within Wang Lin’s left pupil, bathed in light, the faint outline of a sun began to coalesce, but as the radiance faded, the form remained incomplete.

“The Primordial Power… I am not unfamiliar with it. Back in the Cave World, I created the Severed Night spell, an expression of the Primordial Power… As my understanding deepened, I began to grasp the Primordial Rule, even manifesting the Severed Night technique upon the Immortal Astral Continent…

But I never imagined that the Primordial could generate an Origin… An Origin is essentially a profound understanding and perception of something, comprehending its every transformation, even to the point of wielding it with a mere thought…” Wang Lin murmured, plunging into the Eastern Pool for the sixth time.

Time flowed on as Wang Lin immersed himself within the Eastern Pool, his time spent in that strange state growing longer with each successive attempt.

Finally, on the second day, in the pre-dawn darkness, Wang Lin opened his eyes within the Eastern Pool. At that instant, ten thousand beams of light erupted from his left eye, and a sun materialized within his pupil!

The sky above was still shrouded in darkness, the true sunrise yet to come. But as Wang Lin opened his eyes, as the boundless light from his left eye surged forth, it was as if he had replaced the sun, driving back the night half an hour early.

“To comprehend the Primordial Origin is to control the sunrise, to become the sunrise itself, to truly reverse night and day. My Severed Night technique, no matter how skillfully executed, was but a spell. Now, with my understanding of the Primordial Origin, it can shift from the ephemeral to the real, supplanting the nascent sun and commanding the Primordial Rule!” Wang Lin whispered, the light within his left eye intensifying, enveloping his entire form, until he appeared as a miniature sun.

Liu Jinbiao and the Golden Venerable Sea Dragon had long since retreated, afraid to approach. Slowly, Wang Lin’s radiant form eclipsed his own shadow. He became the rising sun itself, drifting upward from the Eastern Pool towards the heavens.

As he ascended, the darkness of the sky retreated in layers, as if forced back. The inky blackness of the earth seemed to melt beneath Wang Lin’s simulated sunrise, driven back to reveal the sunlit world.
As Wang Lin transformed into the nascent sun, its radiant light washed over the Eastern Sanctum, bathing the darkness-shrouded hall in a momentary brilliance. Within, the ancient patriarch of the Eastern Clan, seated in meditative stillness, opened his eyes. He gazed upon the light that now filled the Sanctum, and a profound silence settled upon him.

“Even I,” he murmured, “cannot discern if this force, banishing the shadows, is the true dawn or a mere conjuration… He has awakened to its secrets…”

As Wang Lin ascended, his form rising to the zenith of the heavens, the world itself was illuminated, all darkness vanquished in his wake.

This transfiguration persisted for the time it takes to burn a single incense stick. Then, in the distance, the true sun, destined to rise, slowly ascended the horizon. Thus, two suns blazed in the sky, one borne of flesh and will, the other a celestial decree.

Wang Lin turned, regarding the true dawn behind him, his eyes ablaze with understanding. He watched as the sun climbed higher, until it hung suspended in the firmament, and then he closed his eyes.

“This… this is the Origin of Primal Beginning,” he whispered. “I understand.” As his eyes shut, the light emanating from him faded, and he stood there, a solitary figure in the sky, rooted to the spot for a full day.

When the evening descended, and the true sun was consumed by the encroaching night, casting the world once more into darkness, Wang Lin slowly descended, resuming his meditative posture within the waters of the Eastern Pool.

“The Origin of Primal Beginning governs the sunrise,” he mused. “Therefore, there must exist a contrasting power, a unique origin that commands the sunset…” A flicker of understanding sparked in his eyes as he immersed himself within the pool’s depths.

In this communion with the Eastern Pool, his left eye was filled with radiant light, while his right remained shrouded in perpetual darkness, unable to perceive anything.

“My left eye beholds the light of dawning. Therefore, my right eye must perceive the blackness of the night’s embrace,” he reasoned. Soon, Wang Lin surfaced, but he did not falter. He relentlessly pursued his understanding, again and again surrendering to the pool’s mysteries.

As the darkness deepened into the heart of the night, and the world seemed to fall into a profound silence, holding its breath, Wang Lin once more closed his eyes within the Eastern Pool.

His right eye no longer saw mere vagueness but a void of pure, unadulterated blackness. This darkness stood in stark contrast to the radiant light that filled his left eye.

In this duality, Wang Lin felt his spirit cleaved in two, one half embracing the light of sunrise, the other the all-consuming darkness that followed the fall of the sun.

“I, Du, have walked among the spaces between realms, witnessing the blackness that follows the sunset, and through understanding Primal Beginning, I have attained Silent Obliteration… This Origin of Silent Destruction represents all darkness…”

The resonant voice echoed once more within the depths of his mind, lingering long after the words were spoken.

Time flowed like a river, and Wang Lin lingered at the Eastern Pool of the Eastern Clan for three months. Each sunrise, he transformed into a celestial sun, rising to dispel the darkness. Each sunset, he silently witnessed the encroaching night devour the fading light.

Through three months of observation, countless contemplations, and the strange insights granted by the Eastern Pool, Wang Lin gained a deep understanding of the Origin of Silent Destruction.

Yet, compared to the Origin of Primal Beginning, three months was insufficient to fully grasp this power. Having long understood and wielded the power of Primal Beginning, he had achieved a preliminary mastery, his understanding deepening with each passing day.

But the Origin of Silent Destruction remained elusive, shrouded in the mists of contemplation and exploration.

Wang Lin did not hasten his departure. He made his home here, observing the dance of day and night, and immersing himself in the Eastern Pool, seeking enlightenment.

Years passed in a blink, a full eight years.

During those eight years, no new guests visited the Eastern Clan, and the ancient patriarch did not disturb him, allowing Wang Lin to live in peaceful seclusion.

Within those years, Liu Jinbiao, through methods unknown, had fostered a remarkable bond with the Golden Sea Dragon. They were now close companions, and Liu Jinbiao could often be seen upon its back, soaring through the heavens.

Eight years passed, and then another five…