Until a voice echoed.
"Ending? Not necessarily."
The Candle Dragon, as still as the mountains, suddenly spoke. Its indifferent and immense face slightly lowered, though its eyes remained closed, giving the illusion of a luminous gaze.
"Heaven is formless and imageless, except for when the Heavenly Monarch falls in a special manner; otherwise, it is difficult to harm Him. Now that He has a human form, He has a vulnerability."
The Candle Dragon said faintly: "Regardless, the Great Formation must be laid out. Even if it cannot ultimately bring the ancestor back, it can fulfill my desire. I have failed numerous times, but these failures can eventually be remedied."
"Remedied..." The young man murmured softly, eventually falling into silence.
The other incarnations of the Great Venerable showed unusual expressions.
"I will bring the Feng family back, reclaiming the Fuxi Dao Fruit is just the beginning."
