Great Zhou Envoy Corps

The three traitors had been executed, yet the murderous air hanging over the Ultimate Dao Immortal Sect did not disperse. Instead, it was replaced by an even deeper desolation and bewilderment.

The sect's disciples and elders stood in anxious unease, staring at the lone figure standing amid the ruins, not knowing what fate awaited them.

Only when Chen Xia told them to disperse did everyone finally feel as though a great burden had been lifted.

Chen Xia paid them no heed.

He sat cross-legged in the void, his expression solemn. Holding the Sun Gold Staff in his right hand, he formed seals and carefully guided a faint glow of remnant soul from deep within the staff's gemstone.

This wisp of remnant soul was the last trace of his master, Beichenzi.

The remnant soul slowly gathered in the air, taking the vague outline of an elderly man.

It was as though he had slept for ten thousand years, only now awakened by the tremendous upheaval outside and the aura of a cultivation art from the same source.

That illusory gaze first swept blankly across the battlefield, now reduced to ruins, before finally settling upon the three corpses lying on the ground without a breath of life—Yun Wuya, Su Jiu, and Mu Qinghe.

There was no violent emotional turmoil, nor was there any wild ecstasy at having avenged a great hatred.

The indistinct soul shadow merely watched in silence, as though piercing through time and returning to the night of betrayal, seeing once more the days when master and disciples shared deep affection, when Dao companions loved one another dearly.

After a long while, a long and weighty sigh drifted through heaven and earth, as though a burden borne since time immemorial had finally been cast aside.

Within that sigh was the