And so the Witch Gods were sealed away once more, but the world itself did not escape destruction. Countless years passed. The surviving Witch Gods clung to life in the Wilds of Great Wild Marsh until Ying Tiecheng, Tang Changsheng, and the armies of the Heavenly Court arrived one after another.
All of it—tens of thousands of years of history—washed through Tang Changsheng's Spirit Terrace in an instant.
Had it been any other Yang Spirit True Person, that torrent of passing time would surely have shattered his Yang Spirit and destroyed his Dharma Body.
But Tang Changsheng was no ordinary Yang Spirit True Person. He had already grasped the core Laws needed to become a True Immortal—and not just one, but two.
More importantly, he had the Three Realms Mirror in his hands...
Of course, formidable and ancient as this radiance was, it could not compare to the light of the World Tree.
Tang Changsheng endured it by sheer force. His form, which had seemed about to be washed away by time, gathered itself together once more.
"Hmph. A petty trick. Is that all?" Though a chill of fear lingered, Tang Changsheng showed none of it. He merely snorted and stamped down hard again.
This time, the enormous boulder crumbled completely. Only a cluster of light remained at its core. When that light finally went out, all that was left was a stone the size of a washbasin.
"What a find! This is a supreme material for forging a Treasured Artifact." Tang Changsheng's eyes lit up.
He had not obtained the Shaman God Essence Soul this time, but this piece of Ore alone made the trip more than worthwhile!
It was the last remnant of an entire world after its destruction. It could be called the world's ashes—or its essence.