Boom...
Countless streams of fire-attribute divine power surged from the Divine Spark between He Pingsheng's brows, forming a small sun in the air.
The little sun descended onto the spot where Du Yun had just died, burning away every trace and lingering aura.
Of course, before setting the fire, He Pingsheng had found Du Yun's Divine Spark among the rubble and put it away.
"Young master!"
Just then, Three Origins came over with Niu Ding.
"How are you?" He Pingsheng looked at Niu Ding.
Niu Ding cupped his hands. "Young master, this old servant's injuries have healed!"
He Pingsheng nodded.
Like Immortals, Divine Mortals suffered only superficial wounds from ordinary injuries and could recover easily. Even without any Golden Cores, they could heal on their own.
And very quickly, too!
"Young master!" Three Origins looked around in every direction. "Du Yun had some powerful backing. We should hurry and get far away from here!"
"If his lineage finds out, we'll have more trouble than we can carry!"
"Mm!" He Pingsheng nodded, and the three swiftly passed through the long, narrow valley and continued onward.
After traveling for a full day and night and making sure they were far enough from the valley, He Pingsheng finally found a mountain cave to hide in.
"Take a rest, both of you!"
He waved a hand, then took out Du Yun's ring.
He Pingsheng had already gathered the Divine Sense on the ring, and everything inside was now clear at a glance.
He Pingsheng took a nameplate out of the ring.
It was Du Yun's nameplate, with his name engraved on it.
Normally, once someone died, their nameplate became useless, since the divine gold inside could no longer be transferred out.
Unless they had left behind a wisp of Divine Sense Key before dying.