Inside the Block, the dust had vanished completely.
In the end, Mo Ling had decided to grant the Stiffstones' wish.
This outcome seemed to be for the best for everyone:
The Stiffstones could continue their petrification, Mo Ling would no longer have to bear that pressure, and the Divine Sacrifice Site would lose its original influence...
'Isn't this what a god is supposed to do?'
He shouldn't worry about the Stiffstones' future or interfere with the race's destiny, no matter how deeply involved he had once been.
As a god, he was supposed to be devoid of emotion, thought, and worry.
Mo Ling knew he didn't have to be responsible for this race's fate.
That was true "transcendence."
But right now, he still felt an emptiness inside.
Everything... had gone as they wished...
Mo Ling's dust was exchanged for endless praise.
All the Stiffstones were cheering and leaping for joy, dancing amidst the dust that filled the sky.
