After destroying every Sacred Mountain of the Celestial Palace, Jared and his group stood atop the ruins of the last one.
The mountain wind howled past them. It swept ash into the air until it filled the sky. The bodies of the Ghost Clan Venerable, sealed away for countless years, were now completely gone.
They had scattered back into heaven and earth, turned to dust, and vanished into nothing.
Lydia stood at the edge of the ruins and looked out at the scene before her. For a long time, she said nothing. Too much sat tangled inside her.
As the Ghost Clan Princess, destroying her ancestor's body with her own hands should have been the deepest kind of sacrilege. But she knew this had been the right thing to do. If their ancestor's body had remained behind for the celestials to keep using, that would have been the real disgrace.
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