For ten days straight, Xuling's temperature remained pleasantly cool. There was no rain to set the mood for a funeral.
However reluctant everyone was, the day of the burial still arrived.
After repeated discussions, the Diviners of the various Xianzhou ships finally settled on an exact time for the burial.
The coffin would be laid to rest in Xuling's Forest of Utmost Loyalty.
When Gray Wind arrived at Xuling, she happened upon Eric's funeral procession.
Unfamiliar with Xianzhou customs, she squeezed into the crowd of onlookers and gazed toward either side of the road through the human barrier formed by the Cloud Knights.
The procession stretched beyond sight.
Nanobots possessed abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. She could clearly hear the barely audible sobbing within the procession.
Gray Wind watched for a while, only turning to leave once the procession had vanished from view.
If she ever lost control, she would become a natural disaster no less devastating than the Swarm Disaster or the Intellitrons.
Countless nanobots would devour everything before them.
Besides, Gray Wind had never been the person whose fate determined the universe's survival. The Aeons would not seek her out, and she had no need to avoid them.
Gray Wind returned to the planet where Zandar was staying, beyond the Aeons' scrutiny.
She and Zandar exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.
Throughout this time, Eric had remained in a medical pod, his heart stopping every so often.
On one occasion, Zandar had nearly hacked into the Xianzhou's systems and activated its engine.
He had discussed the cause with Gray Wind.
Gray Wind believed that Tenseiga was a lower-dimensional creation and could not truly resurrect Eric.
Zandar, however, offered a different answer.
Lower-dimensional creations could not completely kill a Higher-Dimensional Invader.
The problem now was that