No Longer Exists

After listening to their kin's explanation, the Collectors, who still knew little about the sacred remains, gained a rough understanding.

"Then should we keep these 'sacred remains'?" an individual asked over the channel.

The Collectors were highly frugal and loved making full use of everything, but the sacred remains were rather special. Other than the organic carrier, ninety-nine percent of them was connected to the spirit realm, making them unusable to the Collectors.

"What would we keep them for? They're of no use to the collective, and they might even attract things from other spirit realms. Just dispose of them as worthless waste."

"Understood."

Back at the Shuntian Sect, Enyong and his group, who had rushed back in haste, reported the news of Malice's escape to the sect master.

"Sect Master, we have failed. By the time we arrived, the Malice sealed within the ancient ruins had already vanished without a trace."

Once the report was finished, Enyong took the initiative to apologize for his failure. As the leader of the group, he had failed to seal the Malice again after it broke free of its confinement, placing the entire race in grave danger.

Whatever the reason, failure in one's duty was still failure. At this very moment, someone had likely already died to the Malice because of his negligence. Whenever Enyong thought of that, regret surged through his heart.

"It was not your fault. The second and third layers of talismanic seals were originally meant to hinder the Malice's escape and buy time after it broke through the first seal. Their failure to activate is not your responsibility."

The elderly sect master waved a hand, signaling that Enyong and the others need not blame themselves so harshly. Having weathered countless storms, he did not panic over Malice's escape.

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