In the span of mere moments, Long Xue's aura completely dissipated, and Long Lin followed shortly after.
The last aura to fade was that of the Cangxian Immortal Sect's Master.
That was to be expected, though — a God's body was naturally far more sturdy.
But fortunately, even though Long Lin was gone, the flames continued to burn.
"A true dragon is a true dragon after all."
"Even the power contained within that shell is more than enough to incinerate a God clean away."
"What a shame — that God's origin essence was quite a valuable thing," the Sky-Devouring Qilin remarked, though it was secretly transmitting its voice to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng naturally knew the God's origin essence was valuable.
But at this moment, he didn't feel particularly regretful. Under flames like those, any method would have been rendered useless.
Even if Chu Feng had infused the power of his barrier into the process, it would have melted instantly.
Extracting the origin essence was nearly impossible.
Staring at the flames, Chu Feng felt more of a sense of melancholy than anything.
He couldn't help but recall when he first met Long Lin in the Lower Realm of Ancestral Martial.
Back then, Long Lin had given Chu Feng the impression of being an immeasurably powerful figure from beyond the heavens.
And Chu Feng at that time was merely someone who still faced layer upon layer of challenges even within the Lower Realm.
Looking at it now, in Long Lin's eyes back then, Chu Feng had been nothing more than a nobody among nobodies.
Yet Long Lin had never looked down on Chu Feng. If anything, he had held a certain appreciation for him.
When they parted ways back then, neither had expected they would ever meet again.
After all, the vast martial cultivation world was impossibly enormous.
Even if Long Lin appreciated Chu Feng, he would never have guessed that that forlorn genius youth from a declining Lower Realm would grow to this extent — and that was something Long Lin himself had told Chu Feng.
By the same token, Chu Feng had never imagined he would encounter Long Lin again, let alone that Long Lin had been carrying such a story, ultimately ending his journey of life in this manner.
…
Compared to Chu Feng, the members of the Totem Dragon Clan were still tense.
After all, they had been facing a God. Even though they had all sensed that the Cangxian Immortal Sect Master's aura had completely vanished, none of them dared to let their guard down.
Driving the Bloodline Formation consumed an enormous amount of energy, and many people had already been pushed past their limits, collapsing unconscious.
But even after losing consciousness, some of them didn't fall over — they actually remained in their positions, still maintaining the posture of channeling the formation.
That showed the depth of their resolve.
And among those who were still holding on — even someone as powerful as the Totem Dragon Clan's Chief — his face was pale as paper, his entire body trembling, barely able to stay standing.
Only when the flames finally dissipated and everything became clearly visible — confirming that Long Lin, Long Xue, and the Cangxian Immortal Sect Master had all vanished without a trace — did they finally cease.
At that spot on the ground, nothing remained. Only several darkened weapons lay scattered on the ground.
Wang Qiang reached out and grabbed one, and a long spear fell into his hand.
Though it was thoroughly blackened and covered in numerous cracks, its shape was recognizably the divine weapon Long Lin had been wielding before.
Both Long Lin and the Cangxian Immortal Sect Master had possessed supreme treasures.
But the Universe Bags had been burned to nothing, and the treasures within had not survived either. The divine weapons were relatively sturdy, so their shells remained, but everything else had vanished completely — not even ash was left behind.
Chu Feng had originally intended to collect Long Lin and Long Xue's remains and lay their ashes to rest together.
Now he realized he had underestimated the power of that Bloodline Formation.
Long Lin had released those flames, but they were ultimately just the catalyst. Even at the cost of his own life, he couldn't have unleashed such power on his own.
The flames were so terrifying precisely because they were fueled by the Bloodlink Formation's power.
"Th-th-th-this is crazy…"
"Even the divine weapon got b-b-b-burned through. It's completely unusable," Wang Qiang exclaimed in amazement as he tossed the divine weapon toward Chu Feng.
Chu Feng caught the weapon and looked toward the Totem Dragon Clan's Chief.
"Clan Chief, I shared a bond with Long Lin. Might I keep this divine weapon as a memento?"
"Of course," the Totem Dragon Clan Chief replied, leading the others toward Chu Feng.
"Young friend Chu Feng, you have shown our Totem Dragon Clan an immeasurable kindness. We will record your grace in our clan's annals."
"Never mind a broken divine weapon — anything of ours that catches your fancy, you may take."
"If you fancy my daughter, I would marry her to you on the spot," the Totem Dragon Clan Chief declared.
"Father, you—" Long Muxi's already pale cheeks flushed with a bashful crimson.
"What's wrong, Muxi? I wasn't talking about you," the Totem Dragon Clan Chief said.
"You…" Long Muxi's face turned even redder.
Seeing this, Long Chengyu broke into a meaningful grin from the side.
"Chengyu, if she's to your fancy, that works too," the Totem Dragon Clan Chief added.
"Dad, come on — Brother Chu Feng is perfectly normal in that regard. Besides… I'm not either," Long Chengyu said, exasperated.