"Finally, we've reached Central State. This must be the Capital City of the Daxuan Dynasty, truly bustling with life."
Standing atop the mountain, Hong Yuan gazed down upon the towering city walls below, covered in rust and the signs of history. Yet, the radiant glow of the Formations rising all around spoke of the walls' steadfastness. By now, Hong Yuan had changed his appearance, transforming from a rough martial artist into a refined scholar. He waited there, silently observing the myriad lives unfolding below.
Maple leaves drifted down, swirling before him, as layer upon layer of bitter Cold Wind billowed, lifting his green robe high.
TING—
A point of Sword Light suddenly appeared before Hong Yuan, slowly expanding, and a figure, sharp as a frosty sword, stepped out from it. Hong Yuan's Sword Tao incarnation met his Power Tao incarnation! Shortly thereafter, their figures gradually faded, leaving no trace.
「Phoenix Heron Palace.」
