Two days later, outside Inlaid City.
After Wang Tie Zhu had gone to tremendous lengths to purify the enormous corpse of the Nether Bear, it was swallowed by Samadhi True Fire.
The thing was simply too large.
Its head had exploded, and making it a new fake head had taken an enormous amount of effort.
It had practically summoned an entire team of craftsmen.
Carpenters formed the core, accompanied by tanners, blacksmiths, painters, and more.
Many people could not understand why it had made something that could be settled with a single fire so complicated. Only those from Southern Jambudvipa understood.
These were the rules of traditional Corpse Burners.
The Nether Bear's corpse burned for a full day and two nights before it was completely reduced to ash.
The black-and-white curtain slowly fell. The clack of wooden beaters pierced through the dim yellow lamplight. Shadows swayed gracefully in a Shadow Play Performance, half illusion, half reality, and Qin He saw the blurred course of the Nether Bear's life.
The heavenly secrets remained veiled, yet it seemed the Heavenly Dao had once more displayed its suppression of the supernatural.
This Shadow Play was no longer quite so blurry.
The Nether Bear's origins were somewhat mysterious. Qin He could not determine from the Shadow Play whether it had come from the Upper Realm, but it had certainly not come from the Abyss.
In that realm, it had not held much power or status. It had been a Heavenly Prison guard, a supernatural warden.
It might not have accomplished any great merits, but at least in those days, it had stood opposed to the supernatural.
The Heavenly Prison held countless terrifying supernatural Demonic Beings.
Yet as the saying went, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
People were