Gu Changqing frowned slightly, muttering to himself as a flicker of unwillingness flashed through his eyes.
He lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand. The sword intent and profound mysteries of reincarnation flowing over its blade had already dissipated, as though everything that had just happened was nothing but a dream, a bubble, a phantom.
Indeed!
The scenes moments before had been utterly astounding, shaking Heaven and Earth.
But only Gu Changqing himself knew that, in the end, he had still failed.
Even the fusion of Dao and arts had failed to attain power truly sufficient to slay a Saint.
Gulp...
Gulp...
Gu Changqing tipped back his head and took several hearty swallows of fine wine. His aura returned to its former state, vast and surging.
Though he still looked as nonchalant and drunken as ever.
Anyone could see that a faint trace of disappointment seemed to have appeared in Gu Changqing's eyes.
Such an expression was exceedingly rare on the face of their Senior Brother Changqing-or junior brother, for some.
"Senior Brother Changqing, are you all right?"
One disciple asked cautiously.
They had all been shaken by the terrifying spectacle just now. Seeing Gu Changqing stop, they breathed sighs of relief, yet could not help feeling worried as well.
Gu Changqing shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
He understood that although his attempt had failed, it had allowed him to glimpse a ray of hope.
Fusing the Dao of reincarnation with the sword Dao could indeed unleash extraordinary might, but it was still far from enough to truly annihilate a sage Dao fruit.
"Perhaps I need to fuse still more Daos and arts."
Gu Changqing muttered to himself.
Just then, boundless sage light burst forth, bearing an incomparably imposing figure who descended beside