Huo Shu, Qingqiu, Siqi, Da Liang—from each person deceived by the stone slab, a streak of mysterious purple light erupted from their forehead.
They hadn't truly lost anything. If anything was truly gone, it was only the sensation of being deceived at that moment.
The purple lights gathered, swiftly converging toward the Imperial City within the Capital City, drawing the attention of every faction.
The eerie purple glow streamed in from all corners of the sky, diving constantly into the black dots on the four Touzi's faces.
With every purple ray absorbed, the cubic heads of the Touzi swelled larger and more violet. Their bodies gradually began to fade from this world, as if they themselves had always been illusions.
As their physical forms vanished, the chanting incantations from the Touzi grew ever louder, until at last it was as if theirs was the only sound in all of Heaven and Earth.
