The slightly cool currents of the void brushed slowly past his fingertips, flowing soundlessly through the silent world.
Shiheng raised his hand, a translucent, pearly-white spirit cocoon resting steadily in his palm.
The spirit cocoon felt exceedingly light, its texture as warm and smooth as jade. Clear and flawless throughout, it gave off no sharp fluctuations of Divine Power. It was as quiet and peaceful as the most ordinary fragment of glass or jade, looking utterly harmless.
Yet only Shiheng knew how weighty a thing lay sealed within that thin shell.
It held the Supreme Elves Bloodline that Kailin and generations of supreme elves had cultivated throughout their lives, their lifelong devotion and tenderness. It was the only lingering warmth and trace she had left in this world after burning away her Divine Soul and scattering her entire body to protect him.
The instant his fingertips touched it, the agony buried in the deepest reaches of his Dao Heart surged up, tearing at his Divine Soul and mind.
Shiheng gently curled his fingers, carefully sheltering the spirit cocoon in the center of his palm, not daring the slightest lapse. Vast, powerful Highgod Divine Power poured endlessly from his body, wrapping the spirit cocoon in layer upon layer of fine, gentle Life Law power.
Pure, soothing strands of Life Law power seeped into the cocoon with the utmost gentleness and caution, firmly protecting the last wisp of the Supreme Elves Bloodline left in the world. They shut out all external spatial turbulence and erosion from the laws, allowing no harm to come to Kailin's final remains.
For an entire year, his mind and back had remained taut. Only now did they finally relax a little.
He forcibly pressed the overwhelming sorrow churning in his eyes deep into his heart. In its