A hush lingered in the shattered silence of the Seven-Statue Temple.
Kaal stood motionless, his breath shallow, as the echoes of Kilvish Arthur's final words thundered across his mind like storms crashing against cliffs. Revelation after revelation had unspooled like a divine tapestry unraveling at the edges. The Elysian Planet was no mere world. It was a grave. A rotting celestial corpse of a long-dead True Immortal, whose fading Qi had birthed cultivation itself.
And at the heart of this cosmic tomb was the Origin Core, a treasure the entire Upper Realm sought.
A treasure that now lived inside him.
Kaal's fists clenched at his sides. He shut his eyes, diving deep into himself, sinking into the vast sea of his own consciousness.
