The decision is made—you'll be the abbot.
Chen Ye looked up at the sky, having maintained that posture for a long time.
The night sky, once black as ink, seemed to have become an unfinished canvas. A giant hand had swept across it, wiping the color clean from the heavens and leaving behind a distinct, flowing palm print.
Chen Ye stared at that palm print for a long while, lost in thought, until dawn broke and the mark finally dissipated.
He had once heard Mo Ci say that during the great war between the righteous and demonic paths, even the sky had been shattered. The traces left behind could still be seen a thousand years later.
Chen Ye had only half believed it then. It was truly difficult to imagine what sort of scene that had been.
Not until he witnessed this palm strike from the Void Return Realm firsthand, warping the sky itself, did Chen Ye understand what it meant to possess the mighty power to move mountains and fill seas.
"Sir need not envy it. With your talent, reaching the Void Return Realm is only a matter of time."
Su Chunyi's voice came from behind him, and only then did Chen Ye withdraw his gaze.
When he turned around, he saw that Su Chunyi's complexion was rosy and that much of her spirit had returned.
Chen Ye asked, "Miss Su, have your injuries recovered?"
Su Chunyi nodded. "Master Fangyuan's pills are miraculously effective. I have recovered completely. This calamity even allowed my cultivation to advance another step."
With a flick of Su Chunyi's fingertip, a sharp Sword Qi appeared in the air. Chen Ye knew nothing of swordsmanship, but even he could tell that this Sword Qi was clearly more agile than before.
Chen Ye smiled. "Congratulations, Miss