East Mountain Prefecture Master, his body bone white, Flames ablaze.
In the blink of an eye, his flesh and blood had completely burnt away, leaving only his skeleton.
All his mana burned like divine fire.
At present, his Divine Soul had dissipated entirely, becoming the source of power for the grand formation.
The formation was like ivy, firmly trapping the Forbidden Land. Over sixty years ago, it had been severed and was on the verge of withering, hence the instability.
Today, the East Mountain Prefecture Master nourished the formation with his own divine fire, causing it to restart.
This formation could roughly last for another sixty years.
"..."
The crowd stood before the entrance of the Yin Yang Bureau's main hall, bowing deeply towards the front.
After a long while, the atmosphere grew heavy.
Lin Yan looked at the severed tongue in his hand, his expression complex.