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, sweeping ash into the air until it filled the sky.

The bodies of the Ghost Clan Venerables, sealed away for countless years, were now completely gone.

They had scattered back into heaven and earth—reduced to dust, erased without a trace.

Lydia stood at the edge of the ruins, looking out over the scene.

For a long time, she said nothing.

Too much weighed on her.