Epitaph

There was no answer. The bloody and mangled grotesque body twitched. In the shattered, dried-up eyes on what remained of its face, terror trembled as it struggled violently, producing muffled sounds.

Cursing, or pleading.

He could not hear clearly.

Nor did it matter.

Ignoring Tong Shan's hesitant expression, Ji Jue decisively reached out his hand.

He did not care whether the materials were complete, nor whether the ingredients were impure, much less the quality of the finished product.

Under the enhancement of Non-Aggression, he began forging with his bare hands once again!

Amid the burning Spiritual Substance flames, the bloody and mangled wolf rapidly collapsed into a bone-white sphere the size of a fist. Upon its surface was a twisted, grotesque face howling in grief.

Having been eroded and permeated by numerous Great Evils, it had become a Creation Spirit, condemned to eternal torment with no hope of escape.

"Don't worry. I'm not like trash like you—I won't push my own compatriots into hell."

Ji Jue studied its wolfish, criminal visage and told it, "As long as someone can shatter this ball for you one day, you'll naturally be free. See? Simple, isn't it?"

Then, before that despairing face, he raised his hand.

He tossed the sphere in his hand toward the Lake of Gushing Springs.

It fell into the lake and vanished.

Soon, amid dull, bizarre gurgling sounds, the spectacle of the earth spring came to an end. As the underground pressure shifted, the lakewater fell back into the fissures, swiftly receding and carrying the wolf's urn with it into the bottomless darkness.

Never to be seen again.

"Let's go."

Tong Shan sighed, pretending he had seen nothing as he patted Ji Jue on the shoulder.

But Ji Jue did not move.

He stood where he was.

Tong Shan