"I wonder which Divine Spirit fell and created this Divine Artifact," Lu Yu thought to himself.
Lying on the ground, the Great Elder's heart was filled with resentment. The scepter was the source of his power, and without it, the power within him became rootless water. Seeing his many years of hard work come to nothing, he began to lose his mind.
The Great Elder, having lost his reason, started to frantically burn his own soul, in coordination with an unknown breath, seemingly triggering the oldest breath in the world.
"If I can't have it, neither can you," the Great Elder said bitterly.
The Divine Statue standing in the temple suddenly emitted light, and the scepter in Lu Yu's hand also flashed with a dazzling light. It flew out of his hands with a whoosh and landed in front of the Divine Statue, as the ancient breath began to pervade the entire temple.
