The Returning Ruins fall silent, and the Heavenly Dao resumes.
The figure of the Emperor Slayer slowly dissipates under the complex gaze of the crowd. As his dark battle robe billows, it seems to carry away the deathly silence and chill of the Netherworld.
Ye Qingzhou stands upon the shattered void, and the Three-Foot Cyan Blade transformed from the golden arrow in his hand has thoroughly turned to ashes, drifting away to the distant horizon.
He looks down at his own palm, where spiritual light flickers unpredictably, vaguely infused with the flowing Yin Yang Qi and interwoven with the Life and Death Law.
"It seems you have long been aware."
A clear voice resonates, as the Cyan Emperor strides across the void, cyan robes fluttering, with a leisurely tone and a smile in his eyes.
Ye Qingzhou doesn't turn around, merely saying calmly, "What you said before was all true; if it were a lie, my Flawless Sword Heart would have sensed it."
"Indeed."
