For a brief moment the white light overtook everything. Ma Jiang, Princess Ceni, and Hao Xuan were lifted into the air as their bodies were wiped away with the torrential force leaving behind nothing more than their naked souls.
The red threads of destiny came into being, wrapping around each one before circling around the whole lot and finally tying themselves off in a closed loop around each of their wrists. From the outside, the threads appeared golden in color and their design a lot more elaborate.
And then with little more than a soundless murmur the pillar of light flickered out of existence, at least down there.
But at the same time in a place hidden somewhere incomprehensibly far away, out of reach of any mortal beings and a great many ancient ones as well, was a great temple carved into the side of a floating mountain.