Zhen Yuanzi received the Hongyun Divine Soul Fragments, and after many years, once again feeling his friend's presence made him very happy, though unfortunately, this was the last time.
With both hands, he lifted, and all restrictions on the essence disappeared. A gentle breeze blew by, transforming the essence into two red clouds that drifted away with the wind. In the future, perhaps white clouds, blue clouds, purple clouds, or even a new red cloud might be born, but they could only be considered the legacy of the Hong Yun Ancestor; Zhen Yuanzi's old friend had completely vanished into this world.
Perhaps he would occasionally remember him, but life must go on.
The two watched as the two clusters of red clouds dissipated into the world, and the atmosphere became momentarily silent. Nezha felt that compared to these mighty beings, his emotions were indeed richer, after all, he did not know the Hong Yun Ancestor.
But this was a good thing, as it showed that Nezha was still Nezha.
