The people of the Chechi Kingdom stared, their eyes wide.
They saw it.
A coffin.
It appeared out of thin air.
Right beside Tiger Strength Immortal's tiger head.
Ancient.
Heavy.
The coffin was covered in densely carved patterns.
Every pattern glowed faintly.
Like name after name of the dead.
Like record after record of burials.
The coffin appeared.
Its lid slowly opened.
Inside, it was empty.
Pitch-black.
Like an abyss.
Like oblivion.
Like a prison that forever barred rebirth.
An invisible force lifted Tiger Strength Immortal's tiger head.
It slowly rose.
Slowly moved.
Slowly entered the coffin.
His tiger eyes were wide open.
His fangs were bared.
Within his bronze-bell-sized eyes, the coffin was reflected.
His mouth opened slightly.
Tiger Strength Immortal seemed to want to utter his last words, to let out a sigh, a roar, a cry of defiance.
But he could not speak.
The power of the Law Coffin sealed everything.
It sealed sound.
It sealed magical power.
It sealed his soul.
It sealed every trick of Qiongqi's Method.
Tiger Strength Immortal's tiger head slipped silently into the coffin.
The lid closed.
A soft sound rang out.
Like a coffin nail driven into wood.
The dust settled.
The tiger head vanished.
Together with the coffin.
They vanished out of thin air.
No motes of light, no ashes, no blood, no trace of any kind remained.
It was as though Tiger Strength Immortal's head had never existed.
At the very instant the tiger head vanished.
Tiger Strength Immortal's body vanished as well.
The people watched it all.
They were dumbstruck.
They had seen Goat Strength Immortal die.
His body had perished, his Dao extinguished.
He had turned into motes of light.
And scattered in the wind.
They had seen Deer Strength Immortal die.
Swept by the lingering might