Afterward, Qin He clasped his hand, and the corpse fragments slowly gathered together in midair.
Not bad. It was basically complete, pieced back into the form of the blue-robed cultivator. That counted as cleansing the corpse.
The next moment, Lotus Flame burst forth from the blue-robed cultivator's body. It was like a ball of paper wrapped around a flame, only to be burned through by it in the end. In just over a dozen breaths, it was incinerated completely clean.
Had Qin He not extinguished the Lotus Flame in advance, not even ash would have remained.
The terror of this Lotus Flame surpassed even Samadhi True Fire.
As expected of an exotic flame split from a Fire Seed.
Yet just then, something happened that greatly surprised Qin He.
His vision blurred, and an ash-gray curtain slowly descended. A Shadow Play Performance, half illusion and half reality—this was the life of the deceased.
The blue-robed cultivator was named Shen Zhao.
He had been born in an inconspicuous little city on the Eastern Continent. His parents had both been ordinary cultivators, making a living by guarding spirit fields for the City Lord's Mansion.
Shen Zhao had displayed remarkable talent from a young age. He opened his meridians at five, reached Foundation Establishment at ten, and entered the Dao Palace Realm by twenty. In that small city, he was a genius seen only once in a thousand years.
Unfortunately, the city was too small to contain his ambitions.
At twenty, he left his hometown and traveled alone to take the entrance examination for the branch academy established by the Divine Court on the Eastern Continent.
The Divine Court's examination was incomparably brutal. Out of a hundred thousand candidates, only three were selected in the end.
Shen Zhao fought his way through every trial.