(This is the final chapter of this volume. Actually, I've always wanted to know whether any readers go back and reread the poem at the beginning after finishing a volume. I really recommend taking a look. Choosing a ci poem to fit a volume's content and spirit is extremely difficult, but every time, I've been lucky enough to find one, including for the next volume. Thanks to a certain reader.)
The Unthought Sword entered the Void Realm and accelerated again. Along the way, it entered the Thunder Domain twice to undergo the baptism of thunderstorms and replenish its spiritual qi. By dusk the following day, it had reached the distant depths of the sea.
As it had throughout the years, the Great Whirlpool ceaselessly swallowed seawater, yet its sound was not particularly violent. It was light and pleasing to the ear-no wonder this place was called the Mingquan Secret Realm.
The mist shrouding the islands was as dense as ever. Even sea fish could not pass in or out, and there was no telling how that boy and the Western Prince had left back then.
Giant sat cross-legged in the sea, holding the Ten-Thousand-Year Giant Tree in his left hand and propping his head on his right. His eyelids drooped. He was unbearably sleepy, yet still persisted in glancing at the mist from time to time.
The Unthought Sword descended from the sky and flew before his eyes. Its tail quivered as it traced several circles in the air, then stopped.
Delight appeared in Giant's eyes. He extended a finger and carefully stroked the Unthought Sword.
His movements were so precise that he did not knock the Unthought Sword away.
With a whoosh, the Unthought Sword flew off.
Watching the direction in which the sword vanished, Giant waved.