Holding the Sun and Moon, Plucking the Stars-None in This World Like Me (Part 2)

The aura emanating from the Tower of Eternity was far gentler than before, and so pure that not a trace of Death Aura remained. Everything around them had turned white rather than its original gold. With each breath Cai'er took, the Tower of Eternity seemed to respond with a faint pulse.

It felt as though they were joined by flesh and blood, as if the Tower of Eternity had always been a part of her body.

A divine artifact recognizing its master. Cai'er immediately made the most accurate judgment. She had experienced the same thing once before—when she had first fused with the Sword of Reincarnation. Only, the Sword of Reincarnation had been far more overbearing than the Tower of Eternity was now. It had been nowhere near this gentle.

Elieks truly deserved to be called a genius among geniuses, a terrifying powerhouse who had fought the entire human race of the continent alone. Merely through the connection between the Scythe of Death and Cai'er, he had completed the Tower of Eternity's recognition of her as its master. One could fully imagine just how powerful Elieks had been in life. Perhaps even the Demon God Emperor had been inferior to him.

The Scythe of Death also seemed to have undergone strange changes along with Elieks's purification. Its originally pitch-black body now glimmered with illusory blue and purple hues beneath the surrounding white light. It had lost some of its dominance, yet gained a strange pride.

Holding the Scythe of Death, Cai'er stood there in silence for a long while. Elieks's story, along with his towering arrogance before his departure, continued to echo in her heart.

"Teacher..." Cai'er murmured. The next moment, she turned toward Long Haochen, who was seated cross-legged nearby and had long since entered deep meditation.

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