Before the magnificent golden light, all was silent.
The hand, wreathed in the Demon Dao aura of this realm, slowly lifted from the top of the Crown Prince of Nanyin's skull.
Within its palm, a shade of Profound Yellow, noble to the extreme, swirled, ebbed, and condensed.
This was the root of a Venerable Dao Foundation, the life's essence of a cultivator blessed by destiny, a supreme Resource that would move any Cultivator in this realm.
Meanwhile, the Crown Prince of Nanyin's body, like a weathered sandcastle, disintegrated inch by inch from head to toe, dissolving into motes of faint golden light that scattered into the void.
Until the very last mote of light vanished, his face, calmly meeting its demise, still bore a relieved smile, forever seared like a brand into the depths of every witness's Heart and Spirit.
"We'll fight again in the next life..."
Qi Yun repeated the seven words in a low voice, a faint ripple passing through the depths of his Chaos-Colored eyes.
