The resonance did not fade immediately.
Even after the oaths had been spoken and the presence of the Heavenly Dao had receded into something less overwhelming, Lin Mu remained standing where he was, his mind and senses still immersed in something far beyond ordinary perception.
It was not simply the aftereffect of powerful vows or the lingering aura of the Guardian Beasts. It was deeper than that. It was something that had reached into his very being and left an imprint.
He could feel it.
A connection that was not faint, not distant, but vivid and alive.
Every foxkin present was linked to him in a way that could not be described through ordinary bonds. He could feel their emotions, their reverence, their gratitude. It did not overwhelm him, but it existed there, like a steady current flowing through his consciousness.
