Xiang Yang, having emerged from seclusion, did not appear before those waiting outside East Yang Path. Instead, in a manner almost mystical, he arrived at Zhao Terrace Cliff and met with Overlord Spear and Sword Fiend.
By mystical, it meant that with a mere stirring of the mind, he merged into the void, crossed a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye, and traversed space to arrive—something unheard of and impossible to guard against.
Such movement arts and martial skills carried an air of profundity and mystery. Even Overlord Spear and Sword Fiend were shaken inwardly and no longer dared to underestimate him in the slightest.
"Xiang Yang, congratulations. Your merits have come full circle; from this day onward, your proof of the Dao is complete, and you stand at the absolute pinnacle of martial arts in this world."
Sword Fiend carried his sword on his back and cupped his hands, his attitude exceedingly friendly. Unlike before, when he had admired Xiang Yang from a lofty height, there was now an added measure of respect—the equal respect due between those of the same rank.
"Indeed. You did not disappoint our expectations. You completed your proof of the Dao within three months. From now on, you are Great Zhou's eighth Divine Constable. Come, let us return to the main hall first."
Though Overlord Spear also regarded Xiang Yang as one of his peers, he still carried a trace of hauteur in his tone. Yet there was no disrespect in it; that was simply his nature. He treated everyone else much the same way.
Though Xiang Yang had achieved great mastery in his divine arts and his spirits were soaring, before the Divine Constables whom he had once only been able to look up to and admire, he obediently agreed and