Within a cave, Tianming was looking at the ring finger pillar in front of him. He could clearly see his blood following the outline of the fingerprint and entering deep inside. When the bloodstain vanished, the fragments broke down again, burying Tianming in a pile of rubble.

“Good! Very excellent!” Ying Huo plucked a leaf from Xian Xian and used its wing to inscribe the words ‘Li Tianming’s Tomb’ on it before sticking it into the pile of fragments.

Tianming’s vision had gone dark. Previously, it had been the...