BANG!
The heavy stone door shattered with a deafening crash.
The dust and smoke settled.
The scene inside the Quiet Chamber came into view.
"Senior Brother!"
Pei Jingque let out a grief-stricken cry. Had Fengg Wuju not reached out and held her back, she would have rushed forward.
"The aura of Dao Transformation." Su Zichuan, a Dao Foundation Cultivator from the Celestial Sword Lineage, sighed softly and flicked his long sleeve.
The wisps of black Qi lingering in the air immediately dispersed between heaven and earth.
In the center of the Quiet Chamber.
The lifeless Zhong Wen sat cross-legged, one hand forming a Sword Pointing sign, its fingertips piercing his own glabella.
"Alas!"
"Nephew Zhong must have realized he was powerless against the Dao Gu and, fearing he would become a Fallen Demon and bring chaos to the world, chose to end his own life here."
The Kun Cultivator from the Flying Phoenix Lineage, Daoist Qinglu, sighed at the sight and said:
"He was a good child."
