Watching the sudden changes before his eyes, Qi Yue did not feel anxious about his energy being massively absorbed; instead, his face lit up with surprise. If his own energy could be used in exchange for the rebirth of the Xuan Yuan Sword, it would be absolutely worthwhile for him.
The golden light grew increasingly intense, causing the dull grey colors of the Tomb of Xuan Yuan to gradually recede. The domineering golden glow once again filled the space, bringing a familiar sensation that brought tears to Qi Yue's eyes. This was indeed the feeling of the Xuan Yuan Sword! Xuan Yuan Sword, have you really returned?
The golden light slowed and faded, layer upon layer of faint light enveloped the Xuan Yuan Sword. The patterns of sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers on the blade emitted a soft golden light. However, the crack on the blade was so conspicuous, showing no signs of healing.
