(It was only after posting today's chapter that I realized I'd written every instance of "comet" with the wrong character, and not just in this chapter... More horrifying still, only today did I realize it had always been wrong in my memory, much like when I was writing Joy of Life and kept misspelling "few and far between," or often wrote "slaughter" as "poke"... It's not that I didn't learn Chinese properly; there's something wrong with my brain, like Shen Yunmai's? How embarrassing...)
General Li's gaze grew somewhat distant, then somewhat cold, because he had noticed the change in Xilai.
The enthusiasm and yearning of the past few days were no longer in Xilai's eyes.
He quickly understood what had happened.
Flower Creek had accepted Jing Jiu's request and slipped the ring onto his finger, and the information of all human civilization had surged into his consciousness.
Jing Jiu had left a strand of divine sense in Xilai's spiritual world. That was General Li's doing, and the reason he could not go far.
Those raging tides of information entered his consciousness and followed that strand of divine sense into Xilai's mind, instantly washing away the great river.
The riverbanks collapsed, and its headlong rush toward the sea suddenly became a directionless flood.
The Twelve-Story Tower Sword left Jing Jiu's body and surrounded the Young Daoist.
Countless sword marks appeared on the Red Daoist Robe.
That was the essence of water, and also Xilai's sword sense.
This was Xilai's spiritual world. When he was truly awake, he was its sole master, its true god.
In an instant, the Young Daoist was slashed into nothingness.
The great river rushing toward the sea vanished as well.
Flowers sprang up in the wilderness.
Xilai woke up.
No.
Jing Jiu did