With a measure of reluctance, a measure of complexity, a measure of confusion at the unknown road ahead, and a measure of hope, Sun Zhen stepped into the air.
Her departure meant returning to her former sect.
That was also somewhere she had to return to.
Obtain the Reincarnation Chain, merge the sacred opportunity she had acquired earlier, and attain sainthood within the sect's sacred ground—this was her path.
Just as she had said, in this world, the strong were honored.
No matter how great your ambitions, no matter how righteous your aspirations, without strength, everything was zero.
If one wished to become a player rather than a chess piece on the chessboard of the future—
Strength was the prerequisite.
After she left, Lin Su slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky. His eyes closed slightly as he looked inward at his spiritual platform, where there was a soul-stirring divine miracle no one could know of.
A strand of incomparably mysterious purple qi, boundless, ancient, weathered, and utterly breathtaking.
Primordial Violet Qi!
Yes, this was an incomparably high-end Heavenly Dao treasure of this world: Primordial Violet Qi.
Perhaps this strand could not yet be considered Primordial Violet Qi in its true sense, but it undoubtedly already bore the embryonic form of Primordial Violet Qi.
How had this Primordial Violet Qi come about?
It had been formed by the fusion of eleven Heavenly Dao Literary Waves!
Over the past nine days and nights, Lin Su had composed one new tune each day. On the final night, he had added a new song and a marvelous poem to the new tune, earning eleven Heavenly Dao Seven-colored Literary Waves. When those eleven literary waves entered his spiritual platform, they unexpectedly underwent a bizarre transformation and became one!
With this fusion, there were faint