The old man played with the chalk in his hands, savoring it, "Colorless Jade, a good name."
He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the Colorless Jade on the blackboard with a look of long-lost emotion, as if he had solved a lifelong perplexing problem, and sighed quietly, "So my inference is correct. When Candle Light and You Ying merge, only then can the ultimate of this Universe be born."
Gu Jianlin recalled the inscription he saw in the Divine Ruins, casually tossing the chalk away, and said softly, "There are rumors that those chosen by fate experience the cycle of life and death, reaching the shores of eternity. Candle Light and You Ying merge here, only then can they break the shackles of destiny and achieve supreme power."
The old man calmly said, "The supreme power should carry a curse."
Gu Jianlin responded indifferently, "The Third Power does not."
"How do you know?"
