But he still sat cross-legged.
His Heart Spirit was completely immersed in resonance with the Dark Gold Armor.
A different aura began to emanate from him, distinct from before.
It was a calmness forged by trials of blood and fire, a sharpness that reached a higher realm's Dao resonance.
Though still youthful, the shape was forming!
Finally, at some moment, Yu Kong suddenly opened his eyes!
There was no excitement or ecstasy in his gaze.
Only an indescribable heaviness and reverence!
He stood up and once again looked at the dark gold armor standing quietly.
This time, what he saw was not just a cold object, but a monumental hero, carrying the sorrow of an entire era, facing endless darkness alone, fighting to the last breath—a lonely Guardian!
"Guardian."
Yu Kong murmured softly.
These two words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, pressing him until he almost couldn't breathe.
He vaguely understood what the armor represented.
