Inside the burial chamber of the Taoist Ancestor, an upheaval occurred.
The golden light at Jiang Shouzhong's chest rapidly spread, enveloping him completely and forming a dazzling halo around his entire being.
The mysterious letters that had been floating ghost-like around him, even lingering above his head, emitted piercing shrieks the moment they came into contact with the powerful golden radiance.
They struggled desperately to flee, but in the end, were each swallowed and dissolved.
The air filled with a faint smell of burning.
The Taoist Ancestor, whose face had been full of smug satisfaction, was suddenly frozen at the scene unfolding before him.
What was happening?
He attempted to step closer for a better look, but after taking only two steps, the golden light surrounding Jiang Shouzhong shot out abruptly, piercing through his spiritual body.
The shattered spiritual form reassembled, though it became much fainter in appearance.
