"You're not joking, are you?"
Jiang Jingyi took half a step forward, studying Xiao Muyu's expression again and again.
How could something like this be possible?
That Show-off who was lecherous to the bone—every time everyone thought he was courting death, he somehow always survived.
How could he have fallen just from undergoing a tribulation?
Jiang Jingyi still found it impossible to believe.
Xiao Muyu did not answer. With a lift of her right hand, the surface of the ancient bronze mirror suddenly lit up.
The scene shifted.
From the moment Lin Heng swallowed the Five-Colored Demon Venerable Blood Pill, to the heavenly punishment striking him bolt after bolt; from Dugu Feng leading the great demons in forming an array to shield him, to the descent of Heavenly Dao's will to erase him; from him summoning the Nine Heavens Sword and slashing at the heavens with a single stroke...
In the end, that half of his shattered body dissolved inch by inch amid the chaos-colored radiance, leaving not even ashes behind.
Jiang Jingyi froze. She could not help taking a step back, her left hand rising to her lips as her fingertips trembled faintly.
"I saw that he'd already achieved Dao Integration at the end. Since he'd broken through, how could lightning still strike him dead?"
"Wait! Even if he really died, shouldn't he have been able to return to the Underworld?"
Xiao Muyu shook her head. "The Underworld did not sense his return."
"His karmic thread has been severed, and his soul never entered the passage of reincarnation."
"So most likely... he has fallen. The kind where he was completely erased."
It felt as though something were lodged in Jiang Jingyi's throat. Her gaze remained fixed on the final image frozen in the mirror, and she was silent for