That proud young man vanished inch by inch from everyone's sight, vanishing from the tilted camera's lens as well.
At the final moment of his extinction, his back remained straight, his gaze forever unyielding. With his life, he upheld his convictions and his defiance.
At the cost of his life, he taught those in power a lesson: when an ordinary man is driven to fury, blood will spill within five paces, and all under heaven will wear mourning white!
The Court of Judgment was deathly silent. The demigod-level power had dissipated, yet the rulers still knelt prostrate on the ground. The Nine Elders seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell, remaining motionless for a long while. Whether they were deeply shaken or simply frightened was impossible to tell.
In the livestream, the slanted footage captured the chaotic judgment hall, the reactions of everyone present, and a scene destined to be recorded in official history—a scene that would shake the Spirit Realm communities both at home and abroad.
The livestream, watched by thousands, was silent as a grave.
Suddenly, weeping broke the dead silence. Guan Ya came running over with her hair in disarray, her right arm hanging limp—her shoulder bone had been broken in the hurricane earlier.
She ran to Yuanshi Tianzun's side and stretched out her left hand, trying to gather back the drifting ashes, trying to salvage something. But she grasped at nothing, again and again.
She collapsed weakly to the ground, lowering her head as her shoulders trembled violently.
Sun Miaomiao ran over too. Her face was pale, and black, viscous energy poured from her eyes. She looked around anxiously, searching and searching, before suddenly bursting into tears with a wail:
"There's no spirit body, there's no spirit body... sob, sob, sob..."
Without a spirit