"Congratulations, Master, on reconstructing your physical body. The legend of the past will surely continue anew in this era."
At the Cold Pond atop Vast Peak, Song Changsheng watched Wujie slowly emerge from the spirit pool on the altar, smiling as he offered a cupped fist salute.
Wujie had been an Artifact Spirit for countless ages. Having only just reconstructed his physical body, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it; even his steps and movements were uncoordinated as he staggered down the altar steps.
Lowering his head, he looked at the crystalline ice covering the Cold Pond beneath his feet and used its reflection to see his current appearance clearly.
His features were exactly the same as they had been back then, though he looked somewhat younger and more handsome.
Looking at this once incomparably familiar face, his mind drifted for a moment.
It had been too long.
It had been far too long since he had seen this face.
Back then, he had been an Alchemy Master renowned across the land, blessed with a powerful soul found only once in a hundred million. A fifth-tier alchemy grandmaster had even declared that he possessed the potential to break through to the fifth tier.
Unfortunately, before he could reach that step, someone had extracted his soul and made him into an Artifact Spirit, trapping him for half his life within that tiny bronze mirror.
Now, he could finally breathe the fresh air of the natural world once more and feel the temperature of the wind. He was utterly enamored with it all.
When the wind carrying a chill slapped against his face, the corners of his eyes could not help growing moist.
He had originally believed that he could only spend the rest of his life in that sunless mirror. He