Suiren Shi took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement surging in his heart, and bowed.
"Please guide us, Master!"
Youchao Shi and Ziyi Shi bowed in unison as well.
"Please guide us, Master!"
Xuandu looked at the three of them but didn't speak right away.
He slowly raised a hand.
A golden light quietly appeared in his palm.
It was dazzling, warm, and vast beyond measure.
Wherever the light passed, the void trembled faintly, the laws resonated, and even the Martial Dao True Meaning on the Heavenly Stele seemed to sway gently.
Sky-Mending Merit.
The pupils of Suiren Shi and the other two contracted.
They stared fixedly at the golden light, their eyes full of disbelief.
Sky-Mending Merit!
It was the Immeasurable Merit their Master had received after Mending the Heavens!
It was a supreme gift capable of making any cultivator's power soar!
It was... something their Master had never used!
"Master!"
Suiren Shi cried out.
"What are you going to do?!"
Xuandu looked at him and smiled faintly.
His smile was subtle, yet carried the calm assurance of someone who had long since made up his mind.
"I have no use for this Sky-Mending Merit."
"Seven-tenths will go into the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele, making it easier for the Human Race to cultivate the Martial Dao."
"The remaining three-tenths are for you."
At his words, Suiren Shi's whole body trembled!
He looked at Xuandu, at those calm yet deep eyes, and at that youthful face that nonetheless held boundless steadiness.
His lips moved, but not a single word came out.
Their Master was going to share his merit with them!
That was their Master's merit!
The merit their Master had won by risking everything to Mend the Heavens!
The merit that could make their Master's cultivation soar!
Yet their