The cemetery, veiled in a haze of corpse breath and gloomy mist all day, suddenly saw a nameless fire rise today. It moved from south to north, from east to west, with a momentum that seemed to burn everything, sweeping across the sky and earth.
Until it enveloped nearly a hundred miles around, turning the entire cemetery into a charred black field, did it finally calm and dissipate.
At the very center of the fire site, Xu Qing, who was selflessly emitting light and heat, finally retracted his divine techniques.
Looking at the scorched mountain where all evil miasma had been thoroughly cleansed, Xu Qing felt greatly relieved.
This way, inside and outside the Jin Sect, above and below the Ancient Yin River Dao, he had one less competitor.
"This divine fire technique is indeed suitable for destroying evidence."
Xu Qing scanned the cemetery, detecting not a trace of his own aura, nor any sign that a living or dead being had ever been present.