Randeng held the Glazed Lamp in his palm. Its flame burned quietly upon the wick, its light gentle and serene.
The miniature starry sky within the lamp still revolved slowly, while hundreds of wisps of Father God's aura slumbered peacefully, wrapped in threads of the laws of the Way of Burial.
He slowly rose, his gray Daoist robe stirring without wind. The Funerary God law deity between his brows shone with an unprecedentedly profound light.
"Father God's aura has all been gathered. It cannot remain within the lamplight for long."
Randeng's voice was low and steady, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.
"I must use my funerary authority to form a Resting Coffin for Father God."
At these words, everyone in the hall grew solemn.
Pan Xuan nodded without asking further questions. He simply stepped back several paces, leaving the entire open space in the center of the hall to Randeng.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones also reined in their auras, leaving Randeng the fullest possible space for his laws.
Randeng sat cross-legged and placed the Glazed Lamp before him.
Forming seals with both hands, he poured his early-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal magical power into the Glazed Lamp without reservation.
At that moment, the flame suddenly swelled from the size of a bean into a brilliant yet tranquil golden halo, illuminating all of Pangu Hall as brightly as day.
The law deity between his brows, formed of an intertwined coffin and bright lamp, slowly emerged and hovered above the flame, merging with the Glazed Lamp's light.
"A coffin is a vessel for burial, the dwelling of the departed, the homecoming of the dead."
Randeng chanted softly, every word echoing through the hall like a funeral bell.
"With the Way of Annihilation and the authority of burial,