"Ancestral Dragon..."
As An Jing locked gazes with the Infinite Dragon, a faint yet unmistakable voice rose from the depths of his heart.
It was Subdue Evil.
It appeared in An Jing's hand, a silver-green broken blade, as if forged from moonlit spring water, crafted from pure Qi beyond the heavens.
In that instant, An Jing felt it clearly.
The Subdue Evil that seemed always shrouded in mist, caught between waking and dreaming...
Awakened.
At the sight of the Ancestral Dragon, Subdue Evil finally, truly, and completely awakened.
It was not to say that the Subdue Evil communicating with An Jing before was not awake.
Of course, it was awake, but it was more like a dream murmur, emanating from itself but lacking lucid will.
Like someone half-asleep, aware of the outer world yet veiled by a layer of haze.
Yet the essence of Subdue Evil was so potent that even this fragmentary wakefulness was far sharper and clearer than most beings.
And now, the true Subdue Evil had awoken.
