"Rejuvenation."
The two characters swelled from the size of rice grains to the size of a palm, from the size of a palm to the size of a washbasin, and from the size of a washbasin to the size of a millstone.
They hovered above the Arena, ink-black throughout, their strokes rounded and weighty, as though every stroke had been written with the richest ink on the finest Xuan paper.
Dense ink-black runes flowed across the surfaces of the two characters, continuously rotating, recombining, and transforming, releasing extraordinarily rich haoran righteous qi.
Lang Tu looked up at the two enormous ink-black characters pressing down toward him.
His dark-green vertical pupils abruptly contracted, and the two nearly extinguished clusters of dark-green light deep within them suddenly flared in that instant.
The haoran righteous qi contained in the two characters for Rejuvenation was richer, purer, and weightier than that of every character art he had endured before.
It was the final, purest power, bought at any cost by burning away everything of oneself.
The two characters for Rejuvenation abruptly burst apart above the Arena.
Amid the exploding ink-black light, a figure slowly coalesced.
The figure wore a Coarse Cloth Tunic washed threadbare, with a grass rope tied around his waist.
A roll of pale blue-white Jade Slips was tucked into the grass rope, his long hair, half gray and half white, was tied behind his head, and he wore a pair of straw sandals worn very thin.
His face bore the weathering of repeated scouring by the years, his cheekbones slightly high, his cheeks slightly sunken, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes like a water's surface rippled by the wind.
The two clusters of blue-black weariness in his dark-brown eyes remained heavy.
But the light in the depths of