1003 Exist or Perish, the Bottom of the Well or Its Mouth?

Bie Yanghong was dead. Wuqiong Bi was also dead. They had died far away from their home, eighty thousand li away, in White Emperor City.

Their souls would return to the sea of stars, not to Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion, so it was not crucial for them to be buried at any particular place.

There was an extremely deep fissure in the small courtyard, probably made when Chusu had burst out of the ground. It had been repaired by the chill winds from an underground river, its bottom already filled by rocks. All that was left was a pit about two feet deep.

Chen Changsheng placed the bodies of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi in the pit. Before he had time to fill the pit, a cool breeze blew in from the tree of the Celestial Tree temple. Only two piles of golden sand were left in the pit.

When Zhu Luo died, he had seen a similar sight. He knew that this was a special attribute of Divine Domain experts, so he was not surprised.