"A great wind rises, the clouds fly high; my might commands all within the seas as I return to my homeland!"
A flicker of emotion stirred in Lin Xian's heart. The Heavenly Court now ruled all beneath heaven, commanding the cultivation worlds of the Western Land, the Central Land, and Penglai. No verse could have been more fitting.
Sadly, the Fuxi Dragon Stele was damaged, and the Nuwa Dao Stone was empty. Neither was the invincible Ancestral Artifact it had once been.
Had they remained intact, the Western Dao Lineage could never have seized these Emperor Weapons and Ancestral Artifacts. Once their divine spirits awakened, even Quasi-Emperors would have died.
The Dragon Stele might one day be reforged and regain the splendor of an Emperor Weapon. But the Dao Stone had mended the heavens and lost all its power, leaving only an empty shell. Like Immortal Linglong, it looked impressive but served no purpose.
"Perhaps they'll come in handy someday."
Lin Xian swept his sleeve, holding heaven and earth within it, and drew the two Ancestral Artifacts-one yin, one yang-into his body, placing them in his Wheel of the Sea Secret Realm. Taking on a human-headed, dragon-bodied form, he carefully sensed their cycling yin and yang and the transformations of dragon and snake, pondering that faint resonance of the Dao.
[But one who rides the Dao and virtue to roam freely is otherwise: neither praised nor condemned, now a dragon, now a snake, transforming with the times and refusing to cling to any one course; now rising, now descending, taking harmony as his measure, roaming with the ancestor of all things, treating things as things without being made a thing by them.]
Somewhere in the unseen depths, a dragon's roar sounded within him. His blood thundered, and fragments of the