The phantom dissipated. The Azure Lotus Wind Splendor Sword's remaining spirit let out one last sword cry, then collapsed and vanished.
Only a bloodstained broken sword remained, stuck in the earth.
Feeling the Azure Lotus Wind Splendor Sword's spirit completely fade, Zi Mochen walked silently up to the broken sword and carefully pulled it out by hand.
He took an exquisite wooden box from his Storage Ring and placed the broken Azure Lotus Wind Splendor Sword inside.
"Let's give this broken sword to the Shen Household so they can make a cenotaph for Junior Brother Shen."
"The Shen Household?"
"Junior Brother Shen Chen came from the Shen Household of the Blessed Land. He was the most outstanding genius the Shen Household had produced in hundreds of years, and the sixty-third prodigy from the Shen Household to fall in the Outer Domain."
Zi Mochen looked at Bai Yi, his eyes calm and composed.
"Everyone knows the Blessed Lands occupy a great deal of the Immortal Alliance's cultivation resources, but they don't know that over these past several thousand years, the vast majority of the Blessed Lands' finest prodigies have perished in the struggles of the Outer Domain."
"The Blessed Lands receive resources, and they repay them with blood and tears."
Zi Mochen stroked the wooden box in his hand. Every Golden Core among the Direct Disciples carried one of these exquisite boxes with them.
No one knew what they would face on each trip to the Outer Domain. This wooden box was their final resting place for their friends, and even for themselves.
Naturally, this included him, First Among the Direct Disciples.
Feeling the calm acceptance of death in everyone around him, Bai Yi's thoughts faltered for a moment.
Only after properly putting away the Azure Lotus Wind Splendor Sword did