On Xiang Yue Summit, Lin Jianlong stood in the cool breeze, gazing at the dazzling golden light in the distance with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Your Majesty... why must you do this?"
He knew that Di Xuanji had sacrificed her blood soul to the Xuanyuan Sword to unleash its ultimate power and vanquish a formidable enemy.
Suddenly, a wisp of golden light drifted over and entered the space between Lin Jianlong's brows. He felt a piercing pain in his brain, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Within his Spiritual Ocean, Lin Jianlong could hardly believe his eyes as he looked at Di Xuanji's blurry figure.
"Your Majesty, this is..."
Di Xuanji said, "This is a strand of my Divine Sense. It won't last long, so I will be brief."
"Long Shuai, I have a task for you."
"Your Majesty, please speak!"
