Maha Lotusfall, Chai Yin, Ji Furen, Helian Shanhai, Wu Zhaixue...
Upon the dark-yellow scroll, one illustrious name after another rose and sank. Every name bore an unsurpassed path, inscribing an eternal legend.
This was the self-binding of the transcendent. The more transcendent beings signed it, the stronger its binding force became.
Among them, the two characters "Jiang Wang" danced like dragons and phoenixes, carrying more than a touch of sloppiness. They gave the impression of "a dog entering a pack of wolves, a sparrow landing in a phoenix's nest."
He had also followed the crowd in saying, "The brushwork is stale, the composition outdated," but his handwriting was the ugliest of all—hasty, contemptuous, and flimsy.
And thus the most conspicuous.
At first glance, it looked as though all the transcendent names were holding this one aloft.
Though humbly signed in a corner, it possessed the air of stars circling the moon.
Such a scroll, unfurled upon Daydream Bridge, looked like a ludicrous public notice.
Never since antiquity had there been an alliance of a higher order, and even those close to it were hard to find. Today, it had fallen a few degrees—Jiang Wang's signature alone dragged it down.
Every other name, meanwhile, lifted this covenant higher.
From that perspective, this truly was the weightiest name.
Jiang Wang himself was falling too.
Under Chai Yin's intrigued gaze, he seized Ji Furen and leapt—
The distance between the infinitely extending Daydream Bridge and the boundless Sea of Subconsciousness could not be measured by space. The moment Jiang Wang pointed his sword at Seven Hates, a new interval had already come into being.
Fortunately, there was Jing Er.
The two signatories of the Transcendence Covenant joined hands and strode side by side, crossing Seven Hates's repeated "Hey, hey!" in a single step.