After finishing the repairs on the statue, the orange-red sun on the horizon gathered its final shred of light. A milky-white crescent moon hung high in the clear, ink-blue sky, and the cracks in the firmament had healed so completely that it was impossible to imagine what they had once looked like.
A millennium had passed. Mortals must have gone through dozens of generations by now. If another thousand or ten thousand years passed, even the cultivation world would likely slowly forget the name Immortal Lord Qingchen, leaving behind only heavy-handed fragments in historical texts.
"Fairy, try this again." Liao Qingshan said.
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