"We have searched through the entire Bipo Mountain Range, and no one could find any trace of Sun Wudao's body, coffin, or tombstone. I am unclear of the reason, but the eruption of spiritual qi might have completely disintegrated his body," Feng Xueya replied.

"Although the spiritual qi would not usually cause this to happen, this change in the spirit veins was unimaginable, and this result is also understandable. Wu Yu, don't feel too sorrowful. Uncle Sun has already departed. This is not something you could have controlled. I'm sure he would not fault you either." Su Yanli saw his downcast appearance and began to console him.

"Understood."

Ultimately, Wu Yu felt that it was still his fault as he did not pick a better spot for Sun Wudao's grave.

He had never imagined a situation like this. Thus, he would not have expected this either.

"Uncle Sun was a strange man. Perhaps we can treat this spiritual qi spring as his final gift to the Bipo Mountain Range...."

This was the only way to console himself. In a way, so long as he felt the dense spiritual qi, he would think...