As the two figures disappeared, the sated vortex ceased its devouring. Immense daylight dispelled the black-clothed figures conjured from Demonic Qi, and a brilliant, dreamlike river of stars once again flowed across the pitch-black night sky.
In the boundless darkness, within a gloomy jungle, Mi Yin collapsed alone before a tree.
He clutched his frigid chest. Something… had vanished from it. The sharp, physical agony, coupled with a profound grief deep in his heart, forced tears from his eyes.
He released his hand.
On his bare chest was the shattered mate mark.
Signifying—his mate was dead.
"Jin'er…" He collapsed completely to the ground, his voice trembling. His entire heart seemed to stop beating, and an endless cold and sorrow blurred his vision.
Countless wisps of Demonic Qi gathered frantically around him. The bloodred mark on Mi Yin's forehead slowly turned black-red, and his cultivation, which had been stagnant for years, finally broke through to King Beast Peak.
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