It was hard to even form a thought, to ponder anything related to the Daoist Child!
"Han Prime Minister Zhuge Liang, I greet you, senior."
Zhuge Kongming bowed cautiously. The Daoist Child nodded slightly, his voice vast and resonant as he spoke:
"By my master's decree, I bestow upon you these Three Lamps. You are to use them to illuminate the Human World and scatter the gloom of these dark Years."
As he spoke, the Daoist Child pushed his hand forward. The Cyan Lamp, Gloomy Lamp, and Cyan Lamp, all burning brightly, floated through the air and disappeared into Zhuge Kongming's body.
His pupils shrank. He sensed three lamps, brighter than the magnificent Great Sun, floating within his Spiritual World.
An inexplicable power wove between them. He thought he could see... everything. He saw the Celestial Realms, saw the very Source of history.
Zhuge Kongming suppressed the tremor in his heart, bowed deeply, and spoke with a quavering voice:
