His own teacher witnessed the helplessness of a friend who once fought alongside him, now straying from their ideals.
And each person caught in the whirlpool, powerless to control their own destiny.
The resistance on Mount Holy Pact seemed to have turned into a seed of fire within his heart, and when that seed fell into the darkness, it ignited a flame of creation—a flame that, in that moment, the Legendary Inspiration on the Dragon Slaying Holy Sword flowed gently into his heart.
The name of that inspiration.
Was called sorrow.
Fang Hong almost involuntarily recalled a conversation in the Hall of Thousand Doors, a conversation that couldn't have been more brief:
"Mr. Anluose, since creating legendary items doesn't actually require inspiration, what is the use of Legendary Inspiration?"
Mierliu Ximi Si turned back to look at him, their gaze somewhat serene.
He only replied softly:
"Using such inspiration to forge legends is just a waste."
