Su Yang's expression was calm and solemn. A mark at his brow flickered in and out of sight—complex yet pure, archaic yet hiding profound mysteries, radiating rings of silvery mistlike light. The fragment also continued to release wisps of purple haze, smoke-like and fog-like, lingering within three zhang of him as though longing for its former master and refusing to disperse.
Buzz—
A faint, ethereal Dharma tone burst forth from the void. The remains of the jade disc vanished inch by inch, ultimately condensing into a strand of blazing Primordial Violet Qi that hovered above his palm, still and suspended. Wisps of profound aura spread outward like moonlight reflected on the tides, drawing the surrounding purple mist together. Like streams flowing into the sea, it all sank into that single line of violet light.
In an instant, radiant colors burst forth. The glistening violet qi settled steadily above Su Yang's palm, warm and luminous.
His eyes suddenly opened. The corners of his lips lifted as he murmured with a soft sigh, "The violet qi has finally formed. The Heavenly Dao Realm is no longer beyond reach."
His heart was filled with incomparable exhilaration. Even the perpetual gloom within the hall seemed to brighten, and the light and shadows softened.
He rose and stepped down from the Cloud Bed, walking straight toward the hall's entrance. The tightly shut palace doors opened at his approach, their wooden hinges creaking in a long, drawn-out groan. Qing Niao, waiting outside, turned at the sound and met Su Yang's smiling gaze—clear, gentle, and untouched by worldly dust.
Qing Niao hurriedly bowed. "Congratulations on successfully emerging from seclusion, My Lord!"
Su Yang raised a hand and ruffled his hair without saying a word, then turned and headed toward Feng Yanran's residence. Qing Niao stood stunned for