Spiritual Essence

Situ Xuan did not let go.

His right fist rose high, killing intent and Malevolent Qi gathering around it, and he smashed it down on the Nether Night Tiger's head again and again. The first punch split the Nether Night Tiger's skull open with a crack. The second punch turned that crack into a hole. The third punch blew its head apart.

There was no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, only dark-purple shards of light scattering in all directions. The fragments were like shattered glass, refracting an eerie luster in the air before slowly fading away.

The Nether Night Tiger's body twitched a few times on the ground, then stopped moving.

Situ Xuan released his grip and straightened up.

He lowered his head and looked at the Nether Night Tiger on the ground. Its translucent body was slowly dimming, as if it were changing from solid form into a phantom, from phantom into mist, and from mist into nothingness.

Bang.

With a soft sound, the Nether Night Tiger's body shattered.

It did not slowly dissipate. Instead, like a pane of glass smashed to pieces, its entire body burst apart in the same instant, turning into countless dark-purple fragments of starlight. The fragments danced through the air like a miniature meteor shower, flickering with eerie yet beautiful radiance in the dim valley.

Countless dark-purple fragments of starlight swirled before Situ Xuan. They circled several times in the air, then began to gather toward the center. The fragments stacked together one by one, merging into each other, changing from illusory to solid, from scattered to concentrated.

In the end, they condensed into several tiny crystals.

The crystals were very small, each only the size of a grain of rice. Their entire bodies were deep purple, their surfaces smooth as mirrors,