This time, Zhou Yan clearly sensed the Xuanyuan Sword shudder momentarily, as the previously aged and shattered Sword Soul of Xuanyuan Sword now became towering and mighty once again.
Inside the space of Xuanyuan Sword, the decayed and fractured Emperor Xuan Yuan's Energy was reconstituted, all converging together within the Emperor Blood of Zhou Yan.
A Sword Spirit identical to Zhou Yan, like a phoenix rising from Nirvana, was resurrected.
"Xuanyuan Ancestor, you are finally resurrected."
"Yes, Master, the old servant has come back to life."
The young Sword Soul of Xuanyuan Sword smiled wryly, yet knelt before Zhou Yan within the space, with an expression full of sighs.
He seemed young, but his gaze was infinitely ancient.
"Ancestor, there's no need to kneel, please rise."
Moved by his thoughts, Zhou Yan's Soul Body detached from his own body and entered the Xuanyuan Sword.
