As free wedding gifts, the other four cosmic relics had long since been absorbed by Gao Gong, evolving into the foundational logic of the Fusion Civilization.
But because this one was a rare "sword relic," Gao Gong had always been reluctant to part with it.
Fortunately, he had not completely evolved the "Corrupted God System" earlier, only evolving part of the "Cosmic Obituary" as the Fusion Civilization's underlying code.
Thus, after consuming the four relics, it had already been enough to complete the fusion ascension, and this weapon had luckily been preserved.
Gao Gong's fingers were like the most precise probes, yet also like the gentlest lovers. He slowly stroked along the blade of the ancient elven sword "Moonshadow Elegy," whose surface flowed with the luster of solidified moonlight.
From the guard wrapped in silver leaves and dim gemstones, along the slender, elegant spine of the blade that contained patterns resembling leaf veins and stellar orbits, and finally, he stopped before the transparent tip, thin as a cicada's wing and seemingly capable of slicing through the ripples of spacetime.
Then he curled his finger—
And lightly flicked it.
"Clang—"
An indescribable "sword hum" suddenly rang out, rippling through the air!
The sound was clear, sorrowful, and pure, like the first ray of starlight forgotten in the silence of the universe's birth, softly singing; it was also like a once-glorious civilization that had long since perished, performing its final collective elegy for existence and beauty at the end of the river of time.
The sword hum had neither form nor substance, yet it ignored the barriers of space, pierced through the din of energy, crossed the barriers of laws, and spread through the void in a special manner.
In Gao Gong's palm, the ancient elven sword that had always remained silent,