With Tianjian Qingyuan's help, the eyes — which had originally been poised to become a major problem — healed in no time at all.
Chu Feng hurriedly rose to his feet and found Tianjian Qingyuan gazing at him.
But in this moment, Tianjian Qingyuan's eyes no longer held that pale blue hue. They were completely hollow.
Yet clearly, the hollow eyes did not affect her vision in the slightest — it only went to show that the blue irises had been some kind of special technique.
"Are you done?" Tianjian Qingyuan asked.
"I'm more or less recovered. Thank you, Senior." Chu Feng clasped his fists and bowed.
"No need to thank me. You ended up in this state because of me — it would have been unconscionable to stand by and do nothing," Tianjian Qingyuan said.
"Senior, did the inheritance go smoothly?" Chu Feng asked.
"Mm." Tianjian Qingyuan gave a slight nod, then swept her large sleeve, and a sword shadow inscribed with runes was released from within her body, returning into the memorial stele.
"Why is she sending it back?" Egg asked, puzzled.
"She's already received the inheritance. She's using the power of that stele to pass the inheritance on to the members of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace," Chu Feng explained.
Just as Chu Feng had predicted.
Outside the mist, the altar was now radiating brilliant light.
All the members of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace were beaming with joy.
Including Tianjian Canhua.
"It's finally begun."
Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground. They could feel a tremendous surge of power flowing through the altar and pouring into their bodies.
They had begun to receive the inheritance.
The power grew ever stronger. At first, runes rose from the altar, and before long, sword shadows inscribed with those runes materialized as well.
However, those rune sword shadows seemed to be selective, entering the bodies of different people.
Some could not attract a single sword shadow.
Others drew an endless stream.
And among them, Tianjian Canhua attracted the greatest number of rune sword shadows.
As these rune sword shadows merged into them.
Behind many of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace members, a phantom longsword materialized — the manifestation of their bloodline power.
Yet although all of it was bloodline power of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace, when compared to Tianjian Qingyuan's bloodline power, the difference was night and day.
Not only were their bloodline projections pitifully small in scale, but the form of the swords was incomplete as well — many were barely even rudimentary shapes.
Even Tianjian Canhua, the most powerful among the current generation of prodigies, had a bloodline projection that was merely a colossal sword reaching a thousand meters in height. Its form was relatively complete, but there was still a noticeable gap compared to Tianjian Qingyuan's.
Still, it was head and shoulders above everyone else present.
"As expected of Miss Canhua."
"Incredible."
Even the elders looked on with undisguised admiration.
The younger generation gazed with envy one after another.
As for Tianjian Canhua herself, her expression remained placid, as though she had long grown accustomed to such looks from the crowd.
The rune sword shadows were limited in number. Their flow quickly waned, and in the end they vanished entirely — even the altar's glow faded away.
Everyone knew that the inheritance had come to an end.
But none of them rose. They remained seated where they were, trying their best to assimilate the inheritance they had just received.
Among them was Tianjian Canhua.
Suddenly, the colossal bloodline sword behind Tianjian Canhua began to blaze with blinding radiance.
That light overwhelmed the bloodline power of every other person present.
Moments later, a beam of sword light pierced skyward.
Then, across the vast expanse of the heavens, a rain of swords began to fall.
The sword rain converged upon Tianjian Canhua's bloodline. Though the projection did not continue to grow in size, it became increasingly refined and complete.
By the end, apart from still falling short of Tianjian Qingyuan's bloodline in sheer scale, its form had become absolutely identical.
"The Heavenly Sword has taken shape. Canhua... her bloodline has awakened."
At the sight of this, even the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace was overcome with shock, his aged face shifting dramatically.
Immediately after, thunderous cheers erupted from every member of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace, echoing between heaven and earth.
Everyone understood what this meant.
It meant that their branch of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace had produced a genius on par with Tianjian Qingyuan.
In this Era of Gods, the emergence of such a genius was of incalculable importance.