Time in the Golden Lotus' world didn't follow the same rhythm as the mortal realm. Thus, while Lady Ziyun and the Lotus had been conversing for some time, on the White Immortal sect's battlefield, only one second had passed. Before the flabbergasted eyes of the White Immortal sect audience, Lady Ziyun stretched out her hands—executing the Mantra of Sacrifice. Her lips curled into a smile, her Nascent Soul broke into particles of golden light—sinking in the lotus underneath her feet alongside all that remained of her life essence. Hanxing didn't understand why Ziyun's body didn't break down as well, but frankly, he didn't care. As long as Soaring Crane became powerless, enabling him to absorb him, the rest was mostly irrelevant.