At the bottom of the pool, a figure identical to Qin Guan lay quietly there, as though it had existed since a time unimaginably long ago.
Shen Xuzi stood by the pool, looking down at that vessel in silence.
Haoranzi looked toward the bottom of the pool and suddenly spoke. "He has already begun to move."
Master Liaoyin's gaze fell upon the vessel, his voice low.
"Qin Guan's Chaos Body has already touched the threshold of its fifth awakening. The vessel sensed it—it is responding."
Shen Xuzi finally spoke. "After all these years, it has finally come."
"Amitabha."
At Shen Xuzi's words, Haoranzi and Master Liaoyin both wore complicated expressions.
Many years ago, the end of the three men's lifespans had been approaching.
Shen Xuzi had overexerted himself divining the secrets of heaven, leaving his Divine Soul on the verge of withering away. Haoranzi had exhausted his heart and mind writing books and expounding doctrines, causing his Literary Palace to collapse. Master Liaoyin had practiced closed-mouth meditation in bitter cultivation, only to break it one day and let his physical body decay.
It was Yang who found them.
At that time, Yang had not yet become as cold and heartless as he was now.
Standing before the three of them, he said only one sentence: "I can let you live until that day."
Which day?
The three did not ask.
They chose to live.
Yang used Chaos Power to extend their lives, giving each of them a wisp of Chaos Origin to keep their Divine Souls from scattering and their Physical Bodies from perishing.
From that day onward, they became the vessel's Guardians, lurking in the shadows of the Myriad Worlds, staying out of conflict and ignoring worldly affairs.
They had only one mission—wait.
Wait for a new Chaos host