She stood up, gazing at the beautiful sunset, holding the man in her arms as she approached the equally breathless woman before her. One was the only man she had ever loved; the other, her only disciple. She placed the two of them together.
A stream of Supreme Yang Qi slowly emerged, blending into the Supreme Yin, cycling repeatedly.
Mahayana should be without tears...
Master lied to me.
A fierce gale swept past Yao Yan's ear. Under the influence of Spiritual Energy, a raging fire ignited all around, its heat almost turning everything deep red. Her tears had not yet fallen before they sublimated.
At that moment, she suddenly came to a realization. She began to laugh to herself, pursing her lips as she faced the South Emperor. The ring in the palm of her hand shone brightly.
Mahayana has no tears, only the lingering traces.
Everything is over now, yet it seems to be just the beginning.
...
「Southern Border.」
