Charred corpse. Lone shadow. The silent crowd. And that grey dome of the sky, as if right above their heads.
The quietness of Floating Jade City was like the bustling world had been paused. A cultivator, merely one of the Ascending Immortal Realm, had caught everyone off guard by burning himself to ash in an instant. He left behind his questions as his essence, breath, and spirit vanished into nothing, his body collapsing onto the cold ground, emitting tufts of black ash.
Then, this black ash drifted with the wind, spreading throughout the city, staining the people there.
Wu Wang stared at Liu Zonghe's remains.
He clenched his fists inexplicably and took an abrupt step forward, a sharp light bursting from his eyes.
But after just two steps, he suddenly stopped. Tendons bulged on the backs of his fists, faintly showing the outline of golden scales, which he then concealed, hiding them within his flesh and blood.
