At last, a colossal figure formed entirely from weapon fragments took shape in the sky. It was an image of Li Xiaofei himself. Towering and majestic, it shimmered with a kaleidoscope of light.0

Liu Shaji and the others stared with eyes wide open, utterly shaken to their cores. Every fragment of weapon represented the soul of a mighty warrior who had once fallen while protecting humanity.0

Thousands upon thousands of fragments, each one a testament to a fallen hero. Their will to protect had been awakened by Li Xiaofei’s Dao of guardianship. They gathered together, uniting to form a complete embodiment of that sacred path.1

"It’s done… Sixth of the Human Race," Liu Shaji said, voice trembling with emotion.1

To become an Immortal Emperor was never a matter of instant enlightenment. It required enduring countless tribulations and dangers. Along that journey, there were a few steps so daunting, so nearly impassable, that even those with peerless talent and unmatched Fate Qi might never make it across. But to...0