Azure Sky Peak.
The Founders' Hall was dim and gloomy, its incense smoke faint. Three sticks of Golden Incense stood in the burner, stubbornly refusing to burn. The few remaining sparks soon died out.
"Still the same!"
The man in Crimson Black robes patterned with Mystic Patterns sighed. He gathered a wisp of Golden Fire himself and carefully fed it into the burner to light the incense, but it still would not catch.
"How has it come to this..."
He looked at the spirit tablet in the center and fell silent, motionless as a statue.
[Spirit tablet of Calamity-Splitting True Person Xu Xuan]
Liu Xiaowen had tried countless times over the years, yet only his master's tablet refused incense. There was something uncanny about it. He could only console himself: those in the heavens had said his master was not dead, after all. Perhaps some manifestation had linked them-
But what Purple Mansion manifestation could do such a thing? Even he, a Fire Virtue Purple Mansion cultivator, could not light the incense. His master's circumstances... had probably reached a level beyond his comprehension.
He knelt and remained there for a long time, silently reciting something. Only when he rose did he hear footsteps behind him.
Liu Xiaowen turned. The first thing that met his eyes was a green robe.
"Xing Fang!"
Liu Xiaowen's expression brightened considerably, and a smile appeared. "Your cultivation has reached perfection."
The newcomer was Liu Xingfang. His [Righteous Punishment] had now reached complete perfection. Thunderbolts stirred faintly wherever he stepped, and countless laws in the Great Void behind him linked to his body.
"My Divine Ability reached perfection a few days ago. I made some gains while practicing spells, so I was delayed."
Liu Xingfang looked at his senior brother, his gaze shifting slightly.