Nine days of still meditation, and in an instant, white-haired!
At this moment, Gu Chen's expression was tranquil, his eyes motionless like deadwater, with the once jet-black and sacredly radiant hair now transformed into pure, snowy white.
Even his entire aura had grown increasingly restrained and profound.
The Disorder Calming Sword, after an initial shock, finally relaxed upon discovering that aside from his snow-white hair, Gu Chen was entirely unscathed.
That day, Gu Chen rose to his feet and used the remains of all the ancient imperial court's cultivators to construct a cemetery at this site.
To be precise, it might even be considered a world, except that it was covered entirely in tombstones.
"Only I remain."
After inscribing the final name onto the tombstones, Gu Chen stood there and murmured softly.
In these ten days, his turbulent emotions had settled and no longer surged as they did initially.
