The Divine Skills radiance of Chi Wei burned away in the air like fire, yet that crystal-clear spot of light still pulsed like breath, flickering with the cries of a newborn, Chi Wei's now-young and handsome face filled with helplessness and resignation, he murmured to himself:
"This is where it ends."
"Peng!"
Before the words finished, his body had already vanished like smoke and dust, crumbling into a few streams of sand and ashes—some white, some gray—drifting down, trailing long serpentine wisps through the air. Above, the gathered Zifu whispered among themselves. One Zifu Perfected Person said:
"Chi Wei never even managed to condense his Metal Nature?"
Another Zifu Perfected Person merely raised his head to look at those two blurry figures. Sure enough, one of them let out a shrill laugh and shouted:
"We all knew you were the 'Heavily Muddied One', no need to keep pretending!"
The envoy said this and clapped his hands, drawing out a vast gray net with a laugh, saying:
