Repairing the Domain Seal!

The clouds parted and the mist dispersed, sunlight pouring down like a waterfall. The gray spiritual dust that had shrouded the Lingxiao Mountain Range for half a month had been washed clean by the might of the domain artifact, and the long-lost pale-golden dawn cascaded down from the ridge of Heavenly Sword Peak in the east, falling upon the bluestone plaza before Lingxiao Hall, a plaza covered in sword scars and bloodstains, and upon the young disciples who were wounded all over yet still cheering.

No one knew who was the first to hurl the sword in his hand high into the air—the half-broken personal sword traced an arc through the sky, its blade reflecting the sunlight like a shooting star. Immediately afterward, hundreds and thousands of swords were thrown into the heavens. The disciples lifted their heads to look at those glimmering sword lights beneath the sun, crying and laughing as they embraced one another. They had endured the darkest half month. They had survived!

And when Lu Changsheng and his group passed by the edge of the plaza, the clamor would automatically lower by several degrees. The disciples silently opened a path, following those seven figures with eyes still marked by tear tracks that had yet to dry, then bowed in silent salute. No one organized it, no one took the lead; those Inner Sect disciples who usually looked down on everyone, and those junior brothers from the side peaks still wrapped in bandages and barely able to stand steadily, all bent their heads and bowed in the same direction.

They had all seen it with their own eyes—how that blue-robed young man carrying the Sea God Halberd had taken out the Sky-Mending Divine Cauldron before the eight great sect masters, and how he had handed that domain