The instant the Bone Sage Monarch's last wisp of essence dissipated, the Void Rift fell utterly silent.
Only fire origin power and deathly aura remained drifting through the space, slowly settling beneath the lingering might of Qin He's domain.
Qin He braced himself against the rock wall and caught his breath. True demon blood dripped from his jaw, striking the crystals on the ground and scattering tiny motes of light.
That battle had consumed nearly eighty percent of his essence. Even his Merit Golden Body had dimmed considerably, and the circulation of his true demonic qi had grown somewhat sluggish.
But there was no weariness in his eyes, only a restrained, steady sharpness.
Though the Bone Sage Monarch's half-step Imperial Dao avatar had been powerful, it had also brought him considerable gains.
Once he recovered, he looked across the Void Rift, his gaze falling first on the crimson flames drifting within it—the starfall flame finally had no master.
Under the Bone Sage Monarch's control, those flames had been unruly and savage. Now, freed from the restraints of the yin-evil law, they actually seemed somewhat lost.
Crimson threads of fire floated in the void, gathering one moment and scattering the next. Without its controller's guidance, the stellar core at their center had lost much of its radiance, yet it still exuded a pure stellar fire law.
Qin He stirred his fingertips, and the lotus flame quietly appeared.
He neither suppressed it by force nor used the source-birth law to seize it.
He merely suspended the lotus flame before him, letting the gold-and-black life-and-death law slowly spill out like a gentle guiding light.
As though sensing it, the scattered threads of starfall flame began following the law's aura, drawing closer to the lotus flame little by little.
The resonance between their saint-tier