High in the heavens, within the nearly collapsing Dongyang Blessed Land, Chong Guang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing with bitterness and longing at a lone star in the sky.
The Fruit of Lamp-Cover Fire.
Even then, this Dao Fruit still shone for him, but he no longer had the strength to unite with it. He could only watch helplessly as it gradually dimmed.
Lowering his head, Chong Guang looked at his four Innate Divine Techniques. He saw that the Shade Dragon Water, which he had already reversed back toward the nature of Yang Earth, was now once again showing faint wisps of yin qi. This remnant qi was impossible to eradicate. It was this final trace of yin that had caused his second attempt to end in utter failure.
"A miss is as good as a mile... Truly worthy of a Perfected Lord of the Stain Sect!"
