Martial Wasteland Realm.
Sword Venerable had already departed, and that terrifying, heaven-shaking sword aura had vanished without a trace.
The world had returned to peace. Everything that had happened moments ago seemed like a great dream.
Only the collapse of the Wuji Peak mountain range and the cracks splitting the earth silently proved that everything just now had been no illusion.
"The third one."
Dugu Yuqing murmured as he watched his past self depart. He knew that Sword Venerable would completely vanish within the Heavenly Abyss.
From then on, there would be only Dugu Yuqing in the world, and no more Sword Venerable.
Their meeting across cause and effect had ended with that single encounter.
"The third person has filled the Heavenly Abyss. It won't be long before this world's connection with the Gray Mist Sea is completely restored."
Yin Xu'an spoke as well, sighing,
"When that happens... the world will fall into great chaos. The Post-White Mist Era might even come to an end..."
"Judging from this gray hou, I don't know what the Gray Mist Sea has gone through. It may be far stronger than it was countless ages ago—not just by a little!"
As he spoke, he looked toward Dugu Yuqing.
"So... our True Ancestor Realm desperately needs to grow stronger!"
His eyes shone brightly. He had even started calling it "our."
"Brother Dugu, I can't just stand by and watch our True Ancestor Realm fail... Come, come, let's go find that number one in the sword path and listen to the old man's decree!"
Hearing this, Dugu Yuqing smiled.
"Easy enough... But do you like calligraphy?"
He knew perfectly well that Yin Xu'an wanted to find his master and cling to his coattails!
Calligraphy?
Yin Xu'an immediately furrowed his brows. That... he couldn't do it.
He