The three days had passed with a relentless, ticking finality, and today was the promised day, a moment that would be etched into the annals of the Saint Burial Realm as the day the heavens opened for those who dared to defy its will.
In the central hall of the Conferred Pagoda, the air was humming with a dense, spatial vibration that made the torches flicker in rhythmic patterns.
Ling Luochen stood beside her master, Shangguan Mu'er, in front of the ancient Altar.
The massive stone structure was covered in ancient runes that had not been fully lit since the day Haoran and Qing'er descended.
Now, it was just waiting for the blood of a true sovereign to awaken them once more.
Ling Luochen gazed toward the distant, hazy horizon visible through the high windows, letting out a long, quiet sigh.
The past seventy-two hours had been a whirlwind of frantic preparation and bittersweet departures.
