Luo Qingxian sank into deep thought.
She looked at the Luo River before her, at the hundreds of millions of stars reflected in the water, at the slowly rotating halo, and an unprecedented clarity suddenly rose within her.
Dharma Body.
The physical manifestation of laws.
Her own path...
Moonlight fell across her face, and her glass-like eyes reflected the entire river of stars.
She sat there quietly, utterly motionless, as though she had entered some profound state of enlightenment.
Xiao Qing did not disturb her.
He merely sat quietly to one side, looking at this girl from more than fifty thousand years ago, his heart filled with countless indescribable emotions.
He knew that, in the future, she would create the Sovereign Dharma Body ranked eleventh in the Great Thousand World.
He knew that she would lead the Luo Clan from a mid-tier clan to rise step by step, becoming a divine clan whose might shook the entire Great Thousand World.
He knew that she would reach the Peak Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign and, with her talent and wisdom, create the Luo God Dharma Body that amazed all ages without any foundation laid by predecessors.
He knew that someday in the future, she would turn into the Luo River with a single thought, seal Spacetime Coordinates beneath its bed, and leave behind an inheritance for the future Luo Li.
After the Flame Clan retreated, the Luo Clan remained tense for quite some time.
For several days straight, Luo Cang summoned the clan elders for discussions, reinforced the guard posts, increased patrols, and stockpiled spirit stones, as though preparing to fight at any moment.
Yet the Flame Clan had fallen eerily quiet.
There was no retaliation and no army pressing down upon them.
Even the Flame Clan rogue cultivators who occasionally crossed