In All Marvelous Heaven, the echoes of that resounding poetic moniker still lingered as the blood-colored figure returned to its Fruit Position, quietly suspended in the vast void.
The True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law was the first to speak, his deep voice echoing endlessly:
"Blood Sea True Monarch, I shall remember this favor."
He paused for a moment, and a rare look of solemnity appeared on his cold, hard face:
"If you had not sacrificed your life to awaken us, Fellow Daoist, I fear the Profound Yellow Origin Realm would have already been destroyed."
Qingyuan Dao Seeking True Monarch nodded slightly, a measure of respect now showing in his eyes, which were as clear as a newborn's.
His right hand still rested on the hilt of his sword, but he bowed slightly, performing the highest salute among Sword Cultivators:
"Sword Pavilion Qingyuan thanks you, Fellow Daoist."
His voice, as clear and sharp as the ring of a sword, echoed through All Marvelous Heaven.
