The Mountain Ghost suddenly lost its solidity.
It was as if... it turned into rising smoke.
As the Mountain Ghost collided with the Griffin, its form became even more elusive. Even Huai Shi felt as though he was evaporating with the operation of the Stigma. He went from solid to an intangible liquid and then, in rapid motion, transformed into drifting mist.
This might have been some sort of ailment or danger, yet for some reason, a hard-to-describe joy spontaneously arose in his heart, as if he had grown once again.
It should be just so; this is how it ought to be.
From one to many, and from many to become one again.
In the end, to thoroughly return to nothingness.
The countless bursts of life within the Source Substance began to condense amid such exhaustive consumption, like drying up a pond to catch fish. From the height of summer to the depths of winter, after discarding all pointless agitation, they started to embed their roots deep into the nine grounds.
