Then, everything returned to silence. The brilliance of the Celestial Emperor's Sword gradually withdrew, becoming dim once again. That wisp of lingering thought also completely dissipated, turning into the most fundamental Daoist Intent and merging into Qi Yun's Primordial Dao.
Qi Yun slowly opened his eyes. The colorful light flowing in them was even more profound and vast than before. He could feel that his connection with this Heaven and Earth was much tighter than before. Every inch of land, every river, and every mountain in the Profound Yellow Origin Realm was connected to his bloodline.
Was this the final gift left by His Majesty? It was not power, nor Divine Techniques, but a responsibility, a guardianship.
"Thank you, Senior," he said, bowing deeply toward the silent Celestial Emperor's Sword.
