The pillar of chaos light atop Mount Buzhou slowly dissipated, and the last wisp of radiance from the Annihilation Coffin on the nine-tiered altar melted into heaven and earth.
The manifestations of heavenly flowers and golden lotuses gradually faded.
Only the altar itself still stood majestic, fused with Mount Buzhou's earth veins.
It became an indelible mark upon this pillar that held up the heavens.
The mountain wind began to flow again.
The sea of clouds began to surge again, and the stellar curtain of the Zhoutian Star Dou Great Array resumed its usual operation.
It was as though the funeral that had just shaken the entire Primordial World had been nothing but a dream.
But everyone knew it was no dream. The stone platform inscribed with "Father God's Annihilation" atop the altar was the best proof.
Father God's coffin had safely taken its rightful place, and the Way of Burial had been formally established.
From this day onward, the Primordial World had rites and order for bidding farewell to the departed.
Pan Xuan slowly rose before the altar, his purple-gold ceremonial robes shimmering faintly in the morning light.
He turned to face the dense crowd of mourners on the mountaintop and solemnly cupped his hands in a bow.
"Through your united efforts, Father God's funeral has reached a successful conclusion.
"On behalf of Father God's descendants, I, Pan Xuan, thank you all."
His voice remained steady and composed, yet carried a rare trace of weariness and relief.
The funeral that had taken three thousand years to prepare had finally been completed successfully.
The moment that burden lifted from his shoulders, even with his mid-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal cultivation, he felt a long-absent touch of ease.
The mighty figures all returned his bow.
The eyes of Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng,