Ling Cang's soul completely disintegrated. Another muffled groan followed as the remaining waves of soul energy surged from his body. Xiao Yan unleashed Devouring Power and contained the impact.
Ling Cang's body went limp and collapsed. His soul had been utterly destroyed. Perhaps fearing that blowing up his body as well would cause unnecessary damage, he had left it intact and annihilated only his soul.
As the sole witness, Xiao Yan had seen everything. He stood watching Ling Cang's fallen body in silence for a while, then carefully put it away.
Tomorrow, he would have to tell Xiao Yi Xian and Yan Jin that Ling Cang was dead. The death of the Spirit Clan's Great Elder would have an enormous impact. Until they had made full use of his position, no one in the Spirit Clan could be allowed to learn of it. They would need someone to impersonate him.
But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, in the stillness, Xiao Yan cremated Ling Cang's remains and placed them in the Spirit Clan's ancestral shrine. Sooner or later, the shrine would be torn down and the ground leveled. For now, they had left it untouched to avoid inflaming tensions within the Spirit Clan.
Xiao Yan laid Ling Cang's remains to rest there. Though Ling Cang had been a Four-Star Dou Sheng and his body had suffered no serious damage, Xiao Yan, having witnessed every moment of his death, had no desire to turn his body into a puppet.
After seeing to Ling Cang's final affairs without haste, Xiao Yan found himself in a state of profound calm.
No stray thoughts stirred in his mind. He did not dwell on anything else; he simply felt light for no reason he could name. From the surprise attack on the Spirit Clan to the