Within the Pure Yang Universe Map, at the Feather Transformation Platform atop Zhong Mountain Peak, it had now transformed into an independent Daoist field. Xu Qing's will imprint quietly floated, its brilliance restrained, yet it seemed like the absolute core of this new world.
Beneath the stage, Feng Wu, Xu Xuanhu, and the newly rescued, spirit-dimmed Chang Chunzi and Yu Yangzi, all looked solemn as they awaited his words.
In the center of the field, a dim blue light cluster, weak like a flickering candle in the wind and wrapped in gentle chaotic currents, quietly floated.
Inside the light cluster lay the True Spirit of Xu Qingzhu, who had fallen into the deepest silence, entwined with strands of gray desolate Tao Principle, resembling rust. This was the supreme curse from three Ancient Heavenly Realm giants, ruthlessly erasing her last traces of existence.
"Husband..." Feng Wu looked at the light cluster, her eyes filled with heartbreak, "Qingzhu, she..."
