That trace of spiritual light was as faint as a candle in the wind.
Qing Xuan had seen Daluo Dao Fruits traversing all epochs, and had also seen Sage Daos illuminating the Primordial World.
Compared to those, the trace of spiritual light before his eyes was so minuscule that it could almost be ignored.
Yet when it settled steadily within the dantian of that white-haired old man, the forward path of the entire Human Race had already shifted along with it.
Xuandu gazed at that face carved with the wrinkles of time, not moving his gaze away for a long time.
This was the step he had failed to help his fellow clansmen cross for three thousand years.
The old man lowered his head to look at his own hands.
His aged flesh and blood did not immediately return to their youth.
The injuries left behind just now had not healed either, yet he could clearly feel that this sliver of power truly belonged to him.
He suddenly let out a laugh, then threw his head back and laughed loudly.
The laughter traveled down the stone platform.
More and more spiritual lights lit up among the crowd, and the entire mountain valley seemed to be gradually illuminated by a multitude of tiny yet tenacious sparks.
Taiqing slowly stood up.
His originally plain grey-white Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the innate Dao rhythm restrained for thousands of years was no longer concealed.
A boundless Yin-Yang universe slowly unfolded behind him, with black and white qi traversing the firmament, transforming in the blink of an eye into a Taiji Diagram shrouding Phoenix Perch Mountain.
The Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda rose from the Auspicious Cloud, and hundreds of millions of strands of Black-Yellow Qi cascaded down, illuminating the