In just a moment, Lin Yun’s aura completely vanished.
Seeing this, An Yun immediately stepped forward to check Lin Yun’s breathing, confirming his condition.
“He’s gone. I don’t know whether he successfully underwent soul reincarnation or was killed by the death servant contract,” An Yun said with a hint of worry.
She couldn’t determine which of the two reasons caused this outcome.
All she could do was silently pray that Lin Yun had successfully reincarnated.
Immediately after, An Yun collected Lin Yun’s body and swiftly left the area, heading straight for the Ancestral Heart Realm to entrust Lin Yun’s body to her senior brother for safekeeping.
All the Wuji Heavenly Palace could do now was wait.
…
Inside the main hall of the Earth Square at the Heavenly Fire Temple, the red-robed elder holding Lin Yun’s death servant contract suddenly noticed it shatter in his hand.
“Dead? He refused to yield until the very end,” the red-robed elder said coldly.
They knew that a shattered death servant contract meant the person bound to it had perished.
“I didn’t expect this fellow would rather face eternal damnation than submit,” the red-robed elder remarked.
They had assumed that under the increasing torment, Lin Yun would beg for mercy through the Heavenly Fire Token.
Elder Li spoke, “You kept intensifying the contract’s attacks. It’s not surprising he couldn’t endure and perished. It’s just a pity to lose such a valuable pawn. He could have been nurtured to contribute greatly to our Heavenly Fire Temple.”
At that moment, Mo Bai and the hundred elites under Shuzhen’s command entered the hall from outside.
“Greetings to the two elders,” they all saluted respectfully.
“Mo Bai, your fellow townsman Lin Yun is dead,” Elder Li stated.
Mo Bai was stunned upon hearing this.
Though he had anticipated this outcome, the confirmation still shook him deeply.
“Lin Yun is dead, just like that?” Mo Bai murmured.
Mo Bai knew how exceptional Lin Yun’s talent was. He understood that if Lin Yun had developed normally and not defied the Heavenly Fire Temple, his future would have been boundless.
But now, it had all come to an end. The legend of Lin Yun was over.
As for Lin Yun’s inner struggles, hadn’t Mo Bai faced similar ones? Yet, knowing the consequences of defiance, he ultimately bowed to reality.
Mo Bai couldn’t help but sigh, “Alas, he was too stubborn.”
“Mo Bai, I hope you learn from this and avoid making the same mistakes he did,” the red-robed elder said from the front.
“This disciple understands and will strictly adhere to all the Heavenly Fire Temple’s rules!” Mo Bai replied firmly.
“Since he’s already dead, let this matter end here. The Heavenly Fire Temple will continue to thrive without him. One less makes no difference. You may all leave,” the red-robed elder waved his hand, dismissing them.
…
South of the Wanyuan Domain, in Bailu Prefecture, Bailu City, the Lin Residence.
In an ordinary bedroom in the mansion’s rear courtyard, a woman’s agonised screams rang out.
At that moment, an inconspicuous beam of light descended from the sky into the room.
Soon after, the sound of a baby’s cries echoed from within.
“Congratulations, Aunt Yan, it’s a boy!”
The midwife picked up a small boy and showed him to Yan, who lay sweating profusely on the bed.
Seeing her newborn child, Yan’s face broke into a heartfelt smile.
“Quick… quickly send someone to inform the master…” Though her voice was weak, Yan’s face was full of joy.
“I’ll go right now!” A maid beside her hurriedly ran out of the room.
“Aunt Yan, you’ve given birth to a son. Your status will surely improve now,” another young maid said with a smile.
Moments later, an elegantly dressed noblewoman entered the room, accompanied by several maids.
“Yan greets the Madam,” Yan said, propping herself up from the bed.
“Yan, the master is busy and couldn’t come. He sent me to deliver his gifts. He’ll visit when he has time.”
The noblewoman waved her hand, and the maids behind her placed various items on the table in the room.
Yan was taken aback, “The master can’t come today?”
“Yan, don’t be ungrateful! You were merely a lowly slave. If not for the master’s fleeting favour and your pregnancy, you’d still be a slave. What more do you expect?” The noblewoman’s gaze was haughty, her tone arrogant, not even sparing Yan a glance.
“Madam, what about… naming the child?” Yan’s voice remained weak.
