Demon Orb Immortal tilted his head slightly. His gaze crossed countless eras and tangled threads of karma, meeting Gu Chengming's in some unseen realm.
His smile faded, and for once, his expression took on a hint of seriousness.
"Young friend."
Demon Orb Immortal's voice sounded directly in the depths of Gu Chengming's sea of consciousness. "If necessary, you may claim the Law Position of Free Heaven."
With that, he raised the hand holding the Wine Gourd, extended his index finger, and lightly pointed in Gu Chengming's direction from afar.
"A small gift. Nothing much."
A faint light flickered at his fingertip.
Before Gu Chengming could react, the vast ancient scene shattered like a broken mirror. In an instant, it split into countless fragments of light and shadow, then vanished completely.
His vision refocused.
The sandalwood incense still burned faintly, and the ancient wooden shelves still towered overhead.
Gu Chengming realized he was still standing in the corridor deep inside the Sword Repository Pavilion. His right hand hung suspended in midair, only a few inches from the hilt of the Ancient Sword on the bronze sword stand.
Beside him, Yu Wenqiu still wore the same dumbfounded expression as before. Clearly, not a moment had passed in the outside world.
It was as though that gaze across the ages and the world-shattering sword strike had been nothing more than a dream in Gu Chengming's mind. Nothing had happened at all.
Gu Chengming slowly withdrew his hand and took a deep breath, doing his best to calm the surging Qi and Blood within him.
The Law Position of "Free Heaven"? A small gift?
Doubts crowded Gu Chengming's mind.
He immediately closed his eyes and examined himself inwardly, searching for what Demon Orb Immortal's finger had left behind.
Yet his meridians were sound, his