Slowly, the sword stopped resisting and instead aligned with Tian Jian Zun's intent, merging with it in a way that felt natural yet overwhelming at the same time. The boundary between the blade and his will blurred completely, and in the next instant, it vanished with terrifying speed, entering directly through his forehead.
As this happened, the heavens above trembled faintly, as if something had changed in a way that should not have been allowed, yet no direct response followed. Lin Xiaotian had already sealed the entire space completely, cutting off every trace of what had occurred from leaking even the slightest bit outward.
Tian Jian Zun slowly closed his eyes, his aura shifting as the presence within him stabilized, no longer clashing but settling into something far deeper. The mark on his forehead began to change, its previous purple shade fading slowly as a steel-grey color took its place, carrying a silent and absolute presence.
