Five years later.
They returned safely to the Fu Shi Religion Territory. The rolling mountain ranges were immensely majestic, spiritual energy surged boundlessly, pavilions and towers stood in grand splendor, immortal mist drifted through the air, and the Blood Qi that had once lingered throughout heaven and earth no longer existed.
Within the main peak of Cloud Tower.
A shrine.
Dressed in white, Chi Hao reverently offered incense there. Behind him, the hundred younger brothers of various races whom he had taken under his wing likewise offered incense respectfully before the memorial tablet, mourning the departed with suitably grief-stricken faces.
Upon the memorial tablet.
There was no spirit plaque.
Only a Yellow Rank Image Recording Stone.
It was what was left behind from that year's Heaven Worship Ceremony.
And the image within the recording stone happened to show Chen Xun having his face sat on by White Duck's butt. That fat White Duck even occupied more than half the recorded image.
Yet the one being mourned was Chen Xun...
"With Senior Brother gone, who can bear the burden of the sect? Hao... is deeply worried."
Chi Hao sighed mournfully, reminiscing about his Sixth Senior Brother, whose expression was fierce as he still struggled in resistance. "Thinking back, Sixth Senior Brother seemed to have appeared before my eyes once more. It was a bright and sunny day..."
"Senior Brother Chi, you are Junior Brother Fu Tian. We will certainly petition for you before the hall. Whether in status or talent, only you are the choice everyone looks to!"
"Indeed! How can our sect go a single day without the Fu Tian Venerable Position!"
That rabble in the shrine began flattering Chi Hao again. His expression remained sorrowful, but even the Fu Shi Supreme Elder himself likely would not have been