Everyone was terribly curious about what had happened to Senior Brother Yan. They all turned to look, only to see him flying over while wiping away tears and clutching a pitch-black object. "Junior Brother, look at this! This definitely belongs to Master. I sensed his aura inside it. It must be Master!"
I froze. Master had turned to soul ash and scattered to the winds, so how could there still be this thing? Judging by the direction he had come from, it should have been the ruins of those two mountains. I took the black stone and indeed sensed an aura on it, so I couldn't help patting away the stuff that looked like carbonized grime.
But with just that pat, the carbon deposits fell off in chunks. In the end, they revealed a black energy crystal shaped like a jujube pit. I sniffed it. It had no color or smell, yet Master's aura really was continuously pouring out of it. "This... seems to be a demon crystal..."
"No... Junior Brother, it's Master... It must be Master..." Senior Brother Yan stretched out both hands, so I could only hand him the demon crystal, lamenting inwardly as well.
"Junior Brother, with this, you'll definitely be able to bring Master back to life, right? You definitely can, can't you? You're the most capable. I know you can do it..." Senior Brother Yan sobbed.
I shook my head. Seeing how distressed he was, I truly had no other choice. This demon crystal was utterly pure and contained Master's power, so it was understandable that Senior Brother Yan had mistaken it for him. In truth, its formation should have been impossible, but there were traces that could be followed: Master had died on the World-Cleansing Green Duckweed Sword; Master had been the strongest demon