The Plane Spirit's completely burnt-out figure turned hazy, like a lifeless wisp of ash that had lost all its color.
As its final mission came to an end, the mist veiling the Plane Spirit's face finally dispersed, revealing a clear countenance.
What each person saw reflected a different appearance.
For Tang Heng, the Plane Spirit looked like an older version of himself, with sharper features, sword-shaped brows, and bright eyes. A faint smile touched his face, and his clear eyes reflected both the relief of letting go and the sorrow of parting.
"My road ends here. I'll leave everything that comes after to you."
"This is the last thing I can do... Think of it as my insignificant gift to you. I hope it can have a little influence on the choices you make in the future."
The Plane Spirit raised a hand and gently touched Tang Heng's forehead.
Gradually, an indescribable aura shifted from the Plane Spirit to Tang Heng. He saw a brand-new permanent buff appear in the upper-right corner.
[Heavenly Favored One] [Duration: ∞] [Fortune +200%]
Was this a degraded version of the Child of Fortune?
The Plane Spirit no longer possessed the power it had when it created Dai Yuhao ten thousand years ago. Most of what remained had gone toward dragging Tang Hao into slumber and protecting the continent's inhabitants affected by the disasters Tang Hao had unleashed out of spite.
So all it could give Tang Heng was a little of its remaining fortune and the plane's origin power.
"Child, everything rests on you now."
The Plane Spirit returned Tang Heng to where he had been, intending to silently accept its fate and fade away.
It raised its head to gaze at the clear night sky, feeling a little regret in its