After hearing the Ghost Immortal Emperor's words, the Realm Spirit Clone took a deep breath, then slowly walked to the bedside and sat cross-legged before him.
They faced each other: one with hair white as snow, the other just as white-haired; one gaunt, the other just as aged. Their eyes met, like two sides of a mirror finally brought together again after a long separation.
"Then let's begin," said the Realm Spirit Clone.
The Ghost Immortal Emperor nodded and slowly raised his right hand. The Realm Spirit Clone raised his Left Hand, their palms facing each other across no more than three inches of empty air.
Silver-White light shone from both palms at once, one warm and lustrous as jade, the other clear and cool as a spring. The instant the two lights met, they merged without hesitation, like rivers that had branched apart too long finally rejoining.
The Realm Spirit Clone's body began to turn transparent.
He looked down at his gradually vanishing hands, then raised his head toward the Ghost Immortal Emperor and murmured, "More than seventy million years. I've finally waited long enough to see this moment."
The Ghost Immortal Emperor said nothing, but his lips moved slightly, as though answering without a sound.
The Realm Spirit Clone's body began to turn transparent.
He looked down at his gradually vanishing hands. His skin grew translucent like thin paper soaked in water, revealing faint Silver-White motes drifting slowly beneath it.
There was no fear in his eyes, only the relief of someone whose long wait had finally reached its end.
"More than seventy million years."
His voice was soft, as light as a sigh. "I've finally waited long enough to see this moment."
The Ghost Immortal Emperor said nothing, but his lips parted slightly, as though answering without