Bai Wei held the bone in his hand and gently rubbed it.
The bone turned to powder at a visible speed, then spilled out through the gaps in his fingers and completely dissipated into the white snow.
But Bai Wei felt that the power of the bone had been reclaimed, just like a long-lost wanderer suddenly returning home, at first teeming with boundless vitality, but soon quieting down, becoming one with him.
"Soul Return," was completed.
"You... you really are Visas," a deep voice rang out, tinged with a hint of excitement, "I've never... I've never seen anyone who could destroy that bone, not even leaving a trace. Not just me, but those Clergy of the Church, using Divine Arts, also... can't, couldn't do it."
The speech was somewhat incoherent.
Bai Wei turned his head to look.
The speaker was, of course, Cesar, who had nothing left but his head, but was not yet completely dead.
The Forbidden Curses inscribed on him were still in effect.
