As the fierce wind howled, Ying Ming Hao's withered, woodlike corpse turned to ash in an instant, drifting through the sea of bamboo like dandelion seeds.
The two women and two beasts wept as though their hearts and guts had been torn apart. Yet they never noticed that Ying Ming Hao's soul had not gone straight to the Netherworld to be reincarnated. Instead, it dissolved into wisps of blue smoke and vanished without a trace like a phantom.
Within the Thunder Prison on the Misty Sect's Back Mountain, the eyes concealed in the thunderclouds suddenly narrowed. Wisps of blue smoke, fragments of his divine soul, emerged from the void like ghosts and slipped into his body as smoothly as silk.
An earth-shattering bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the entire sea of thunder and revealing a face identical to Ying Ming Hao's. Only his hair, cascading down like a waterfall, was not azure blue.
Ying Ming Hao's lips moved slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. Then he vanished without a trace into the sea of thunder once more.
In the Great Qin Dynasty, Qin Fu Su was engrossed in reviewing memorials when an unusual feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. The corners of his mouth lifted into a barely perceptible curve.
The expressions of the ministers waiting below for him to review their memorials shifted slightly. They silently wondered whether something was wrong with one of the memorials.
Had it displeased His Highness, Crown Prince Fu Su? We must investigate who submitted it later. They had better pray their birth chart is strong enough to withstand this, or they might spend the rest of their life in prison!
Fu Su paid no attention to the changes in the ministers' expressions and continued reviewing the memorials with undivided attention.