The man sitting up in the bronze coffin had a face identical to that of Yun Qingyu, save for his eyes—one gold, one green—which reflected the vicissitudes of eternity. He raised a hand to lightly touch the white bone piercing his chest, and Nether Qi rushed into his body like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. "Three thousand years... This seat has finally waited for this perfect vessel..."
Yun Qingyu's lingering consciousness struggled deep within his sea of consciousness, and fragments of memory surged like a tide: the black light in the secret realm three hundred years ago, the Demon Lord's split soul lying dormant within his body during his rebirth, the Nether Mark that quietly transferred when the Fate Pact snapped... As it turned out, he was the greatest vessel of the Nether Lord all along!
"Finally understand?" The man's voice resounded through the sea of consciousness. "Back then, this seat was sealed by the Jiuxiao Cold Moon, and a wisp of primordial spirit was left residing within the sword casket. And you," he stroked the right arm of white bone, "are the only vessel that has successfully fused the bloodlines of Jiuxiao and Nether."
Chapter 20