Within Jindou Cave, the Immortal Lord's aura had dispersed completely.
The lingering principles of the Immortal Lord peeled away layer by layer like an ebbing tide, returning to nothingness.
The overlapping whispers beneath the vaulted ceiling fell utterly silent.
The five stood atop the ruins, looking at the empty dais.
They had won this battle by the narrowest of margins.
Had Sun Wukong not comprehended Immortal-Reversal Power in the midst of battle, they would have been the ones lying there now.
Zhu Bajie slowly stepped forward, crouched, and touched his fingertips to the ground.
Wisps of the lingering resonance of myriad laws still wandered through the soil and cracks in the rock, like embers on the verge of dying.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"The aura hasn't died out."
"Though his body has perished and his Dao has dissolved, the Immortal Lord of Myriad Laws was a body formed from countless Chaos Demon Gods. His shell has scattered, but his resentment and Dao Resonance are still seeping through this mountain."
Sha Wujin said nothing, his gaze falling to the ground beneath his feet.
He could sense something still writhing faintly beneath that thin layer of principles, like roots buried for hundreds upon thousands of years.
As a Numinous Immortal attuned to the workings of the world, Little White Dragon was the best at discerning the situation.
Standing in the center of the cave abode, he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said, "This mountain has been saturated."
"Though the Immortal Lord occupied this place for only a very short time, his Dao Resonance has long since blended with the mountain's configuration. Unless it is thoroughly suppressed, these remnants of resentment will gather again in time and create another false immortal."
Tang Sanzang's Dao heart was tranquil as