The lingering glow of the dismantled True Form of the Black Tortoise still bled across the shattered Primordial World Heaven and Earth like ink dissolving in water. Sweet springs gushed from the healing ley lines, scouring the charred rocks; stars reordered into ranks cast a cold, steady radiance across the vault of heaven; and the newborn bloodline runes within all spirits remained like sleeping seeds, not yet fully awakened. In the brief, hard-won peace of the aftermath lay a heavier exhaustion and an unshakeable, haunting dread of the countdown.
Right in the center of this ruin where death and rebirth intertwined, the Qingping Sword sapling—which had stubbornly broken through the earth, nourished by the debris of the Three Teachings' supreme treasures (the Ten Thousand Immortals Stele, the Golden Immortal Bones, and the Moral Chains)—erupted without warning!
Hum—!
Chapter 463