No one could see the changes buried deep beneath the sea.
The vigil of countless ages had just come to an end.
A brand-new life had only just begun.
Like flowers blooming and withering, flourishing and fading with each passing year.
A round little head emerged from the sea. She blinked, her eyes full of innocent bewilderment at the world.
She did not look human.
That was by no means derogatory. Her delicacy surpassed even the most expensive SD dolls, with perfect body proportions, chubby baby limbs, and soft little fingers reaching upward as though she wanted to pluck down a piece of the moon.
She really did catch a piece of moonlight.
A pitch-black figure descended from the sky like a knight from beyond the heavens. Its exhaust flames continuously pushed aside the water's surface, bringing intense wind pressure.
Zhao Bai's face filled with astonishment.
He had not expected the versions to have advanced so far. When he had transmigrated, weapon personification had only just reached the Book of Cang Xuan. Yet now, before he knew it, even the Xuanyuan Sword had been personified. Which version was this from?
He scooped her up from the seabed in one motion. Feeling her infant-like softness and smoothness only made him more puzzled.
She was a miniature Ji Lin.
Since she had transformed from the Xuanyuan Sword, then she would be called Xuanyuan Sword.
It was strange. Xuanyuan Sword showed no resistance whatsoever and was even remarkably obedient to his somewhat rough movements. Zhao Bai carefully lifted her and asked:
"Which version are you from?"
"Huh?"
There was no answer. Xuanyuan Sword's eyes were as full of confusion as his own.
She did not understand.
Never mind if she did not understand. Zhao Bai was not going to leave her here unattended