The blood-curdling screams of a once-powerful man slowly died down as his body disintegrated completely leaving behind faint sparkles that vanished quickly.
A faint red light remained at the place Qilin San once knelt. Strong seraphic energy radiated from it as it floated weakly towards the Lord of the Celestials. The sight was beautiful making one easily forget the grievous cries from before.
Lord Tiāntǐ let the faint light hover above his palm. He stared at it with a look of interest giving off the illusion that he planned on keeping it. His eyes were like that of a cat lover looking at a kitten. It looked like he was going to cuddle the little thing and adopt it.
Unfortunately, that was a far fetched thought. A yellow light emerged from the palm of his hand like fine mist soothing the red light.
