Suddenly, amid a deafening roar, the roof of the auction hall shattered with a crash, and a brilliant pillar of golden light descended from the sky. The pillar looked so gentle that even the incandescent glow Long Haochen had released no longer seemed so glaring in its presence. Around the beam, small, illusory angels roughly the same size as Ya Feng circled it.
Yet within that gentle radiance, everyone felt an inviolable majesty.
The Goddess of Light? Had he said the Goddess of Light? Divine power?
Clang!
With a crisp cracking sound, a fissure first appeared on the hilt Long Haochen held. It rapidly spread upward, reaching the round gemstone at the sword's tip.
Poof! All the blackness instantly turned to ash. Then, the pearl at the tip burst forth with countless rays of light, greedily—almost madly—absorbing every trace of Light Element in the air.
Yes, it had awakened. After being sealed away for a hundred years, it had finally awoken from its slumber. The pillar of light descending from above gradually withdrew, but the light on the sword grew ever more intense.
The once-dark blade had become a clear, ethereal gold. The dull cloud patterns now resembled real clouds, while the sword itself was like a dragon soaring through them.
The pearl at the sword's tip seemed to have come alive. Above Long Haochen's raised head, it looked down upon all living things. The sword still had no edge and no tip, yet it released six feet of sword light on its own. As the sword light flickered and stretched, the edgeless weapon seemed capable of cutting through anything.
The golden light slowly receded—at least, the golden light released by Long Haochen himself did.
He looked at the divine sword, restored to its original form, with such fondness that