Sage of Justice

The wise elder, upon learning the truth, raised his hands to the sky in praise.

"The true princes have returned!"

His voice rang out across the square like a hymn.

"Mo Yan and Yu Sui have come back!"

Immediately, messengers were sent

To the Ming Jing Men Sect

And the Xuemo Sect, bearing the news that Lin Chaoyuan was dead.

Joy swept through the land like a long-awaited spring.

The darkness that once clouded the realms… began to lift.

Messages were also dispatched to the Fuzi Xion Clan and the Linyan Clan.

By nightfall, the temple square was filled with people:

Master Kin Lishuan's wife ... Yu Sui's mother.

Master Chui Yong's wife .. Mo Yan's mother.

All twenty of Mo Yan's disciples had returned as well.

And under the star-strewn sky…

A coronation ceremony began.

That night, Mo Yan was crowned the King of the Liuguang Sect.

But Yu Sui

He was not crowned.

For one reason:

He had no soul of his own…

And no spiritual power.

To ascend a throne,

One must possess both.

But even so

None rejected him.

Instead, he was honored in another way:

He was declared the Sage of Justice...a title more revered than a king's.

Because even as a cursed soul,

Yu Sui had harmed no innocent life.

And then, just as the moment reached its peak

Wuzu arrived.

Uninvited, yet welcomed.

She came with her handmaidens, her face radiant with pride.

Her joy was boundless, seeing her king Yu Sui being loved and honored.

She brought with her a crown unlike any other

A living crown, with a spirit of its own.

It was said that:

The soul within the crown adapts to the master's thoughts.

It can transform into anything they desire, and then return to their hair like a shadow.

Yu Sui and Mo Yan were both dressed for the ceremony

Yu Sui in flowing black,

Mo Yan in shimmering white.

And then

Yu Sui was crowned the King of Black Heaven.

Mo Yan was crowned the High King of the Linyan Clan, Fuzi Xion Clan, Linguan Sect, and Xuemo Sect.

The emblems of all those ancient sects

Were engraved into a single crown,

Which was placed in Mo Yan's hair.

The ancient divisions between clans… were no more.

There was no rivalry.

No war.

Only unity, peace, and love.

Everywhere

Laughter.

Tears.

Celebration.

But even amidst the joy

One path remained unfinished.

Mo Yan still had to reclaim his lost spiritual power.