Not long after Li Chengyi left, a sword light descended from the sky, landing steadily towards the Faceless Great Hall.
On the platform in front of the Great Hall, as the sword light dispersed, Huo Qingkong's face was revealed, solemn at this moment.
He looked up at the Temple in front of him and strode into it.
"Teacher, I have returned."
Inside the Great Hall, the Holy Spirit Taoist remained seated in his original place, motionless, with his eyes tightly closed.
"You've worked hard... Qingkong," he replied softly. "This battle should establish a new structure for our Four Sects in the future... When I pass on my position to you, everything will become predestined."
"When will you pass the position to me, Teacher?" The cumbersome rules seemed to stifle a fire in Huo Qingkong's heart.
The fusion was still ongoing, and if he were to succeed, all would be well, but if he failed, then his time was running short.
He could not waste a single second of the present.
