Seven Colors

Chu Ming said nothing.

Su Qing looked at him, her gaze complicated. "Fellow Daoist Chu, take care."

With that, she turned and left.

Black-and-white light flowed behind her, gradually enveloping her whole body.

The light grew brighter and brighter, then flashed abruptly and vanished from where she stood.

On the fifth day, Li Xuan left as well.

His disciple, Qing Yu, had finally awakened.

The first thing the youth did upon waking was struggle to crawl up and bow to his master.

Li Xuan's eyes reddened at once. He held the youth for a long while, unable to say a word.

Before leaving, Li Xuan sought out Chu Ming. He said nothing, only gave him a deep bow.

It was so deep that his forehead nearly touched his knees.

Then, cradling the youth in his arms, he tore through the void and disappeared.

On the sixth day, more than half the tents on Stargazing Cliff were gone.

The camp that had once been densely packed now held only a sparse dozen or so tents.

All that remained in those emptied spaces was flattened grass and the ashes of old campfires.

Occasionally, streaks of light cut across the distant sky—the last group of people leaving.

On the morning of the seventh day.

Chu Ming stood at the cliff's edge, looking down at the camp below.

Only five tents remained.

His, Qingwei's, Thunder Splendor's, Venerable Lingfeng's, and one belonging to several Rogue Cultivators, who said they wanted to see whether Elder Tianji would truly come.

The morning wind swept past, stirring several dead leaves. They spun across the ground before finally settling in the middle of the empty camp.

In the distance, the darkness in the direction of the Myriad Laws Platform had shrunk a little more. The seal's self-repair was still