There was nothing at all in the quiet starry skies. The copper coffins drifted towards the outskirts of the universe, and those few disappearing figures were never seen again in the world.
At last, it became completely quiet.
Chu Feng stood within the palace hall, looking up into the obscured starry sky. It became blurry and hazy once again, and turned into the roof of the stone palace.
Everything vanished, yet Chu Feng's mind could not settle. It was like experiencing a journey through time spanning over many years. It was a particularly heavy ordeal, truly difficult to forget and erase.
"You've passed the last checkpoint and the conditions have been met. We can activate the inheritance now."
It was at this time that a cold and emotionless voice sounded in Chu Feng's ears, or perhaps it sounded within his mind. The psychic wave was robotic and mechanical.
