A gentle breeze blew past, and the Two Poles Command disintegrated.
That magnificent, untamed vista vanished, never to be seen again.
Fang Yang clutched a tattered page and raised his head to look forward.
He saw numerous streams of light streaking across the firmament.
Some of the light streams were shaped like a White Tiger but with a pair of wings. Others resembled a Vermilion Bird, but its eyes were dead and still. Others were nothing more than the white bones of a thirty-six-petaled lotus...
These streams of light were all items like the Dao seals and Sacred Artifacts of the Two Poles Mansion Master.
They now rushed to the four corners of the Grotto Heaven, carrying on the last will of the Two Poles Mansion Master to seek out those with fate.
"Alas... Fellow Daoist Two Poles, may your journey be peaceful." Chenri the Great Saint sighed softly, tilting the earthen bowl in his hand and pouring out the Ant-removing Wine.
