By the bank of the Heavenly River, the multicolored light was slowly retracting.
The three Saint Grade divine heavenly artifacts floating in mid-air trembled slightly, then turned into three streams of light that burrowed through Han Feng's palm and into his body.
The River Chart and Luo Writing sank deep into his sea of consciousness, blending with his divine soul to silently deduce the secrets of heaven.
The Eastern Emperor Bell dropped deep into the Supreme Sea, hovering right in the center as it used the Pure Yang True Fire to repeatedly temper and nurture itself.
Han Feng withdrew his boundless spiritual light and turned to look at the white-robed Heavenly Emperor beside the stone platform.
Senior, I have caused a disturbance here for a long time and should be taking my leave.
The Heavenly Emperor stood by the stone platform and nodded at him.
"No matter. That this old man was able to preserve this trace of true spirit and remnant soul was entirely due to the little friend's profound foundation, which did not exhaust the origin power within the Heavenly Emperor Sword."
The Heavenly Emperor gazed at Han Feng. "Now this old man can still muddle along for a few more days relying on this remnant sword, and later I will sink into the sword body to rest completely. If I am lucky, perhaps I can still wait for the little friend to find Mandala and see her one last time."
"Senior, rest assured; this junior will definitely find her as soon as possible," Han Feng promised readily.
"Good, good, good. Go."
The Heavenly Emperor's figure scattered into a patch of fine white light, all of it retracting back into the suspended crystal-long sword.
The halo on the surface of the Heavenly Emperor Sword completely faded, transforming back