Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, Heavenly Venerate Palace.
The palace has no roof, stars arrayed, massive stars rotating in the Taixiao Starry Sky, streams of starlight pouring down, illuminating the entire Heavenly Venerate Palace spotlessly.
Ye Xuan stands with hands behind his back, gazing at the Taixiao Stars, his whole being tranquil, pondering unknown thoughts.
"Primordial Spirit?"
"Alas!"
Ye Xuan sighs heavily, his heart filled with myriad emotions, unsure if sparing the Primordial Spirit was right or wrong, but as he saw the Primordial Spirit letting go of grievances, his intent to kill gradually dissipated.
In any case, without the appearance of Primordial Spirit that year, he would have faced only death, becoming a mere skeleton in Duanchang Mountain.
Primordial Spirit changed the trajectory of his life; even though he returned all cultivation to the Primordial Spirit, severing their karmic ties, Ye Xuan never forgot that debt of gratitude.
