His white hair and beard were swept by the wind.
The howling of the trees took him back three hundred years, to the day the seal was cast. The flags of the Thirty-six Tribes fluttered, the fierce wind roared, and blood entered the furnace, transforming into flames of blood.
Siming, amidst the ominous and royal auras, caught a glimpse of the past Kings of Tu Yu Hun.
He saw the figure in the forefront and said, "Tu Yu Hun!"
The old man uttered his old friend’s true name, gazing at the figure and whispered softly:
"Your dream... has ended."
Within the Monarch’s seal, the ancient Overlord turned sideways, and his residual power seemed to recognize his old friend. That was no longer the frail Achai; clad in black armor, with a beard, he looked robust, his gaze bright and wild.
Three hundred years ago.
Tu Yu Hun looked at the fierce banners. He was momentarily entranced, looking at that seal, seemingly seeing his own end. The once young member of the Yin Yang Family gained great renown for overseeing this casting ritual. Eventually, he would no longer be considered a fraud but would become one of the twenty-eight members of the Yin Yang Family.
The then young Siming, wiping sweat, said, "It’s finally over."
Tu Yu Hun asked, "Feng, tell me, will the empire I have founded last forever?"
The young member of the Yin Yang Family hesitated, then answered reluctantly:
Tu Yu Hun laughed heartily, "What an unwise answer, but after I die, whatever happens, my good friend, you are no longer a fraud. You should live longer than I, and when the time comes, I trust you to oversee my end."
"In the end, I will also help you."
That response from the past seemed still to linger, so the deepest part of the seal’s Overlord smiled.
He said, "No, you are mistaken, Feng."
"A dream never ends."
"My story has ended, but this vast world will always have new heroes. This is our promise; if you need it, take my power. My flame has burnt out, but if it can ignite an even fiercer flame in the world, what could be wrong with that?"
The will of Tu Yu Hun blazed up like fierce fire, his will along with that of other tribes and past Monarchs roared unwillingly. Tu Yu Hun drew his sword and with a simple sweep, shattered these Overlords’ wills; the ominous aura vanished, leaving only the pure heroic spirit.
Tu Yu Hun stood amidst the flames, looking at his old friend, smiling like the old Achai, "You look too old; that’s unlike you."
"I thought you would never age."
The old man’s eyes widened: "Achai..."
Tu Yu Hun, looking at Siming, said unhurriedly:
"My friend, these centuries."
"Have they been lonely?"
"Even if times change, if my power can ignite within another, let it be as if I still accompany you on your journey." He stepped forward, gently patted Siming’s shoulder, a mere manifestation of leftover royal aura, vanishing as he strode ahead.
The King’s Mo Chang swept past Siming’s eyes.
Feng looked back, and his friend’s figure was gone.
The once mightiest Overlord, needing no formation to be weakened, did not turn into an evil spirit to prevent others from using his power, as everyone feared.
In such words, he disappeared with ease.
Siming opened his mouth, suddenly aging decades, the old man chanted an ancient prayer, his friend’s power turned into a flame, falling upon the newcomer, Li Guanyi’s pupils contracted, and Tu Yu Hun’s path was the one that most suited the White Tiger’s dominance.
In that instant, everything around seemed to vanish, accompanied by the roar of the White Tiger.
The formation spread and turned into a water surface, he stood on this water surface, before him was a huge White Tiger, slightly bowed down, head lowered, with eyes burning with a fiery blood-red glow, calmly watching him.
Then, the White Tiger Dharma Form suddenly pounced forward, entering Li Guanyi’s body, transforming its power into a sharp energy, the roar of a fierce tiger suddenly erupted beside his ears, Li Guanyi suppressed the feeling of his spirit being shattered, enduring the pain, and instinctively practiced "Tiger Roar Bone Forging Skills."
The Tu Yu Hun King Seal slowly rotated, the regal aura within transforming into the roar of the tiger, tempering Li Guanyi’s essence, after three hundred years, even if weakened due to unworthy descendants, the remaining power was still incredibly pure.
Li Guanyi’s hair tips quivered.
His skin shimmered slightly with a golden jade color.
Within him, that force began to transform his muscles and bones. What normally would require a long time to cultivate, under the push of Tu Yu Hun’s three hundred years of royal aura, methodically completed, as the stars in the sky began to slowly set.
The Tu Yu Hun King Seal lost its power, falling to the ground.
The end of an empire, but also the continuation of a dream.
In the sky, the light of White Tiger Seven Stars suddenly brightened.
Before Li Guanyi’s eyes flashed an image, within a secret realm, a silver-haired girl knelt before a campfire, her voice calm, chanting the spell of the East Continent Star Observation Stargazing School, in his ears, the chants of Siming from Yin Yang Family, and Shaking Light of East Continent Star Observation Stargazing School resonated across the area.
It was the roar of the tiger transformed by the creator of Tu Yu Hun’s three-hundred-year empire.
It was also the streaming light of White Tiger Seven Stars.
The Yin Yang Qi of Yin Yang Family, calculated as the foremost in the Taoist Mathematics, the formation completed by the giant Mo Zhe.