Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to say something, when True Lord Yu Ding transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the towering divine stele.
"Great Xia Golden Immortal Yu Ding, answering the Celestial Venerable's decree, is willing to shatter his own cultivation to bless the people of Great Xia with peace for all eternity!"
As his words fell, True Lord Yu Ding crashed into the stele. Countless surges of divine power churned and swept forth before he vanished in an instant.
By now, the towering stone stele had risen high into the heavens. Faintly, the outline of its peak could already be seen.
With only a little more divine power, this towering stone stele would be complete.
Lin Qiye's lips parted slightly as he stared blankly at the scene, unable to utter a single word.
Just then, he keenly sensed a gaze fall upon him.
Lin Qiye turned to look.
Yang Jian stood behind the dharma form, his silver robes fluttering in the wind. He gazed at Lin Qiye for a long time before slowly turning to look at the black phantom of the stone stele.
A faint smile appeared on his iceberg-like face.
"So this was the truth behind my entering reincarnation..." There was not the slightest regret in his eyes. Instead, they glimmered with relief as he murmured, "Not a bad ending."
"A Jin... Yang Jian!"
Seeing that familiar face, Lin Qiye's heart clenched. He flashed to Yang Jian's side and instinctively reached out, trying to grab his wrist.
His hand passed straight through as if nothing were there, grasping only emptiness.
Lin Qiye's body trembled.
The howling wind swept past his ears. Yang Jian, draped in silver, stood before him and quietly watched the struggle in his eyes before smiling gently.
"It seems you