The Crystal Broken Sword turned into starlight that filled the sky, like countless flickering fireflies, slowly dispersing beneath the dim yellow sky of the Ancient Sunken Continent.
That final gentle, gratified gaze vanished completely along with the starlight. Only a faint sigh lingered in Ming Xin's sea of consciousness, carrying relief and entrustment.
Ming Xin remained bowed in salute for a long while without moving. His hands held nothing, yet that inheritance, as heavy as the stars, had already been deeply branded into his soul and Dao Foundation.
It was no longer scattered fragments of secret arts, but the complete construction principles of the Star Dome Array, its operating core, and the experiences and insights of generations of Watchers in their struggle against External Dao Nirvana.
As well as... a fragment of memory concerning the deepest secret of this ancient continent.
He slowly straightened, his eyes holding less of their former sharpness and killing intent, and more of the weight and vicissitudes of time.
He understood the final look in the eyes of that Watcher elder named Yao—it was recognition for a successor, as well as the entrustment of an unfinished cause.
"Rest in peace, Senior. Leave the matters here to this junior," Ming Xin murmured softly to the void, as though making a vow.
He closed his eyes and turned his divine sense inward. The small world within his body had already undergone earth-shaking changes.
The original structure, with Reincarnation Nirvana as its core and the cycle of life and death flowing endlessly, had not changed.
Yet at the heart of that reincarnation, between the ultimate darkness and brilliant light, there was now a miniature, slowly rotating starry sky!
This starry sky was formed from countless tiny points of starlight, moving along the profound paths of the Star Dome