The clear chime of a brass bell echoed through his sea of consciousness. Xu Yuan opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed through them.
Within his mindscape, what had once been a stretch of lifeless darkness now held scattered points of starlight.
They were faint enough to seem on the verge of going out, but even this much was astonishing for his mindscape to sustain.
Before, Xu Yuan could use Dragon Body Dragon Soul for only ten breaths. Now he could sustain it for thirty.
"Good thing that senior had only a remnant soul left. His level was extraordinarily high, but his strength was barely above Qi Refining Perfected. Otherwise, even with my initial control over my mindscape, I'm afraid I would have died at his hands."
Murmuring to himself, Xu Yuan rose and walked over to the portraits. In the last one, the handsome man still had his head turned to look back, but his horsetail whisk and sword were gone. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
[Bu Hengtian, last sect master of the Celestial Wood Sect]
"Junior Xu Yuan bids you farewell, Senior."
He bowed solemnly. Just then, he saw a ray of green light shoot from the portrait into the three jade boxes. With a hiss, the three wisps of white vapor clinging to them evaporated.
Xu Yuan: "..."
Merciful Amitabha Buddha, are there any good people left in this world?
"The Celestial Wood Sect has fallen. Even if someone receives its inheritance, he cannot truly be called a disciple of the sect. Let this karmic tie end here."
Bu Hengtian's cool voice came from the painting. Then the portrait fell still, with no further sign of movement.
After three breaths, Xu Yuan cupped his hands again. "Xu Yuan bids you farewell once