Lan Yue stood stunned for a long time. By the time she came to her senses, the senior from the Nine-Story Formation Pagoda had already vanished.
She stared blankly at the starlight filling the room and the Earthfire surging wildly, as though trying to hold on to that last gleam.
Yet the starlight finally shattered, scattering into motes of dust and leaving only a faint, elusive sigh.
"Lan Yue." "Lan Yue?"
"Lan Yue!"
Voices called out from behind her, rousing her from her daze.
"Yun Xi, was it like this when you received your inheritance too?" Lan Yue still could not believe it.
Yun Xi nodded. She had found it unbelievable at the time too, but there had been nothing she could do. The senior had already vanished.
Only she remembered that, in primordial times, there had been a man named Daoist Dan who had lived a brilliantly dazzling life. He had even used primordial members of the Devil Race to refine pills.
Yun Xi knew the outcome could not be changed. She had not mentioned it because she did not want Lan Yue to grieve ahead of time.
Lan Yue was indeed heartbroken. Although she had spent only a short time with the consciousness of the Nine-Story Formation Pagoda, she deeply admired him.
She had seen his entire life in her mind. He had grown up in the Central Sacred Land, born as the heir to the Nine-Story Formation Pagoda.
He had lived without a care for food or clothing, yet upon learning of the Devil Race's invasion, he had volunteered to go to the front lines.
He had braved death countless times and improved his formations again and again. Only then had the low-ranking disciples of the Central Sacred Land been able to hold out for so long.