On the Other Shore, amid the Flower Sea.
Oblivion River quietly gazed at the black bead in its hand.
It was where Formless had once stored its soul.
Before leaving, it had deliberately left a Split Soul inside, in case anything went wrong and it couldn't make it back. It also let them monitor its condition in real time.
But now, the bead had split in two, and there was nothing inside. That wisp of Split Soul had dissipated.
Clearly, something major had happened to Formless. Either it was already dead, or it was close to death.
It had only been meant as a fallback in this operation. Who would've thought it would be the first one to fall?
What a pity. They'd almost taken out two human pinnacles in one go.
That guy named Xiang Long had acted decisively while the Fierce God was still acclimating to its new body. He'd burned himself up, sending them away at the cost of his life.
Although it wasn't clear where they'd been sent,
Ye Chenyang was at least still alive. Otherwise, Yang Xin wouldn't have fled into the depths of the Void Realm in such a hurry.
"Formless is dead?"
It murmured.
It sounded as if it were talking to itself, but also as if it were asking the empty air in front of it.
"No."
As soon as the words left its mouth, the air before it rippled, and a pitch-black skull quietly appeared.
Dense Death Qi swirled around it. The blue will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets flickered gently as it fixed its "gaze" on the Oblivion River before it.
"The Fated Death on it hasn't disappeared."
At that, the Oblivion River fell silent.
Fated Death was Withering's core skill—the death curse placed on Formless's soul.
If so, then given