The curse of the Sin Mirror came from the River God's Remains.
It could completely erase a target from the Timeline, making resurrection impossible regardless of whether they had other clones.
The essence of resurrection was the return of consciousness after it had dispersed into the unseen.
Even the consciousness had been completely erased.
Naturally, that meant death.
The Ghost Domain around them had completely collapsed with Song Shutao's death, revealing Old Monk and Little Monk sitting cross-legged.
Both of them held Buddhist prayer beads in their hands and chanted scriptures.
Feeling the sky around them brighten, they immediately stopped and opened their eyes.
The somewhat familiar Cloud Mist Mountain.
The somewhat familiar temple.
And Jiang Qiao, who was already rather familiar to them.
All of this represented the fact that the terrifying old man had been defeated.
"Amitabha."
Even Old Monk Kongxin, who was usually calm, could not help showing delight.
He did not know how powerful that old man was.
Nor did he know what twists and turns Jiang Qiao had endured to defeat him.
But at the very least.
He knew he no longer had to die.
Being alive was pretty nice.
"Thank you, Benefactor, for saving my life." He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply.
"Enough."
Jiang Qiao waved his hand, not taking it to heart.
His gaze passed over the two bald men and returned to the Small Temple of Green Bricks and White Tiles.
"That old man said the Seven-Colored Snow Lotus was in the box. If you came for that thing, hurry up and take it." He pointed at the black box placed on the altar table.
"Yes." Old Monk Kongxin bowed again.
He then walked straight into the temple, picked up the box, and returned.
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
While