Chu Dazhuang halted, his eyes widening in astonishment as he looked toward the direction of the voice.
At that moment, the light from the seven shattered statues suddenly began to coalesce.
"This is wonderful..."
Chu Dazhuang's lips were stained with blood as he watched the forms of the seven fairy maidens begin to take shape, his excitement mixed with deep emotion.
Then, a wave of desolation followed.
"I really... I thought that I had failed..."
Chu Dazhuang, his eyes filled with excitement, alternately cried and laughed, tears streaming down his entire face as he looked at the luminous sphere taking shape.
At this voice, even Gabriel, who had been swinging the thunderous greatsword, paused and turned her head slightly, her expression still unflustered. But in the depths of her calm gaze, a ripple of emotion stirred.
"Hmm?"
She spoke softly, and her voice was laden with the infinite pressure of the Heavenly Dao.