What remained of Qishan Zham's skeleton turned into fine white powder, as fragile as ash.
The moment the structure gave way, the swarm of gu insects scattered it further. Their frantic movements sent small clouds of white dust into the air.
Within moments, there was nothing left of the once-feared Gu Poison King.
No flesh. No bones.
Only a small pile of pale dust remained on the stone platform, mixed with the bodies of countless dying gu insects buried within it.
The insects that had tried to cling to him now lay still, half-buried in the remains. Others twitched weakly before going quiet one by one. The buzzing sound slowly faded, replaced by an eerie silence.
It was as if the old man had not died as a person, but as nourishment. The chamber that once held a Nascent Soul King now looked like a grave made of dust and dead insects.
