Qin He could sense that the change was not a violent upheaval like raging wind and torrential rain, but like an ice river frozen for a hundred million years silently melting open a thin crack.
He did not rush to act. He still suppressed his aura as his calm voice rang out once more, drifting through the deathly silent void.
"The strife has ceased, and the road ahead is free of disturbance."
"Today, I will remove the weapons for you both, mend your remains, wash away the dust and grime of countless ages of slaughter, and send you safely back to the Returning Ruins!"
As his words fell, the Void Domain stirred faintly.
The two ancient corpses locked in confrontation did not move in the slightest, yet an exceedingly faint glimmer seeped from the wounds at their brows and chests.
That was their final assent, the only answer they left to the world before their lingering thoughts scattered away.
Qin He hesitated no longer.
He raised a hand and condensed a strand of warm, gentle soul aura, devoid of the slightest sharp aggression. Like a pair of invisible hands, it lightly settled over the two ancient corpses.
Ordinary cultivators would inevitably use spiritual power to move a body, causing fluctuations, but he was deeply versed in the art of Corpse Purification and avoided all brute-force collisions throughout the process.
With a light motion of his fingers, gentle force steadily supported the shoulder blade of the Immortal Court cultivator on the left, while aura of the same origin held up the waist and spine of the evil cultivator on the right.
Inch by inch, fraction by fraction, hair by hair—excruciatingly slowly.
Not a single flash of spiritual light erupted, nor was the slightest restriction triggered.
The rust-covered ancient spear gradually slid