Suddenly, the strange aura at his side changed.
Su Shi'er hurriedly turned to look, only to see the Mystic Woman Avatar not far away, her delicate body swaying ceaselessly.
Starting from beneath her feet, her figure turned transparent bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, her entire silhouette had completely faded.
Throughout the process, the Mystic Woman Avatar kept her eyes fixed on the formation ahead, turning a blind eye to the changes happening to her own body.
And she... from beginning to end, did not say another half a word.
It was as though everything happening to her had little to do with herself.
Su Shi'er's pupils shrank slightly. He opened his mouth, but only felt a dry, astringent tightness in his throat.
"Senior..."
The moment the word left his mouth, the last trace of radiance on the Mystic Woman Avatar scattered with the wind.
There was no collapse of flesh and blood, nor any wail of the divine soul.
She was like a remnant shadow that should never have lingered long in this world to begin with, quietly returning to nothingness after finishing one final task.
As those specks of light dispersed, the formation backlash that had been continuously rolling back from within the formation toward Su Shi'er completely vanished into nothing.
Su Shi'er's body lightened, and at once he felt the pressure sharply lessen.
Yet his heart felt as if someone had pressed down on it heavily. His mood was heavy, and he had no idea how to express what he felt in this moment.
The mountain forest sank into silence all at once, so quiet not even crows or sparrows made a sound.
The Buddhist flame of the Lotus Lamp in Lin Qiao'er's hand swayed gently, the firelight reflecting on her face and revealing