"What... what the hell is this?!"
The sight before them was unbelievable: the once-mighty eight Sacredfire Mountains had completely vanished, leaving only a massive handprint in their place.
The ghosts who witnessed this scene were all in shock, their faces showing utter disbelief.
Fortunately, most of them had kept their distance, fearing the Sacredfire Mountains for so long that they had stayed far enough away to avoid being caught in the destruction.
But even from afar, the scene before them filled them with a deep sense of awe and fear.
It was hard to imagine that sothing like this could be done by human hands!
"The Eight Ebon Goddesses... they're all dead, right?"
"Yeah, I saw it with my own eyes. They were crushed under that handprint. Even the Sacredfire Mountains were flattened—there's no way they survived!"
The brutal and bloodthirsty Ebon Goddesses had finally been killed, and the ghosts who had managed to survive should have felt relieved.
But instead, they couldn't shake the lingering fear in their hearts.
After all, the one who had single-handedly taken on all eight Ebon Goddesses was terrifying beyond belief.
If he decided to turn his attention to the ghosts, it would only take a mont for them to be wiped out...
As the ghosts stood there, still trembling with fear, their eyes fixed on the figure who seed like a god descending to earth.
Suddenly, from the massive handprint, seven beams of light, each a different color, shot out and flew toward Timothy.
The seven-colored lights shimred like a rainbow.
So were as hard as tal, others as cold as ice. There was even a faint crackle of thunder and the howl of a fierce wind...
At the sa ti, a crimson Origin Stone appeared in Timothy's hand.
When the seven Origin Stones ca into view, the firestone in his hand seed to respond to their call, flying toward them and settling neatly into the fourth position among the stones.
The eight Origin Stones were once incredibly rare, scattered across different realms.
Later, they were claid by the Ninefold Underworld and embedded into the bodies of the Eight Ebon Goddesses, granting them the power to traverse worlds.
But now, the eight Origin Stones had reunited.
It seed they had been apart for so long that they had ford a mysterious connection with each other.
As Timothy extended his hand, the eight Origin Stones began to orbit around him, forming a circle in the sky.
They moved slowly, high above.
Even more strangely, the light from each Origin Stone grew brighter and brighter.
Within the glowing ring they ford, tiny specks of light began to fall.
These specks drifted down like snowflakes, each one a different color, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
For a mont, it was as if colorful snow was falling over the flattened Sacredfire Mountains.
The snowflakes floated gently, as if they were going to cover the entire world.
"What... what are these things?"
Seeing that there was no way to avoid them, the ghosts on the ground began to panic.
They tried to run, desperate not to be touched by the falling snowflakes.
But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't escape the area covered by the snow.
Eventually, every ghost was touched by the falling snowflakes—there was no avoiding it.
But just as they were bracing themselves for the worst, expecting sothing terrible to happen...
They realized that the colorful snowflakes weren't harming them at all.
Each snowflake that landed on their souls sent ripples through their spiritual bodies, like a stone dropped into water.
And then, to their amazent, the damage their souls had suffered from the Sacredfire Mountain's flas began to heal. A soothing sensation washed over them, and they felt as if they were floating in a blissful trance.
"This is..."
After living in constant fear for so long, never knowing when they might be wiped out, the ghosts had never imagined a mont like this would co.
"My soul is healing... I'm not going to disappear!"
"I thought I wouldn't make it through tomorrow, but now..."
They looked up, their gazes filled with awe and gratitude as they stared at Timothy.
And then, they noticed sothing else.
The ring of light ford by the eight Origin Stones was expanding again, flowing like water across the sky.
As the Origin Stones underwent their strange transformation, the ghosts were stunned to realize that the space around them was violently shaking.
Lights swirled, and strange phenona began to unfold.
mories that many of the ghosts had long forgotten from their previous lives suddenly surged back into their minds.
And in the distorted space before them, the hos they rembered from those mories began to appear.
It was the place every ghost longed for—their true ho.
There, waiting for them, were the friends, family, and loved ones they had never wanted to forget.
Though they had lost their lives, every ghost still hoped to return to the world they once knew, to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Because if they could do that, they might have a chance to see their loved ones again.
They had thought this wish was forever out of reach, but now...
"Big brother..."
At that mont, the ghosts who had first seen Timothy, including the little girl, suddenly understood what the eight Origin Stones were doing.
The little girl had thought that the promise of seeing her parents again was just a kind lie, sothing to comfort her.
But now, she realized that the big brother had never intended to break that promise.
She could see her parents—the ones she had longed for with all her heart.
Though they hadn't been able to reunite in life, this ti, they could enter the cycle of reincarnation together.
They could even beco a family again.
"Thank you, big brother."
Even though she was desperate to see her parents, the little girl didn't leave right away.
Instead, she looked at Timothy with deep sincerity, softly thanking him.
Tears slid down her cheeks, each drop filled with genuine emotion.
"Big brother, I still don't know your na. But... goodbye."
She waved gratefully at Timothy, a small, satisfied smile on her face.
With tears in her eyes, she stepped through the space created by the Origin Stones, crossing over to the other side, where she was joyfully reunited with her family.
More and more ghosts began to understand the purpose of the door in front of them, and one by one, they happily returned to their original Netherworlds.
But before leaving, each of them looked up at the sky, expressing their gratitude in their own way.
So bowed their heads in respect, while others knelt in reverence...
It wasn't clear how much ti had passed, but eventually, all the ghosts near the Sacredfire Mountain had returned to the worlds they belonged to.
[All eight Origin Stones have been collected.]
[But are you really going to turn them into a ring?]
"Of course."
[Tsk, what a waste! What a waste!] The system let out a long, regretful sigh, as if it was deeply pained by the decision.
Timothy just smiled. "It's a ring for my wife. Who cares if it's a waste?"
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Though he had successfully dealt with the Eight Ebon Goddesses without much trouble, there was a brief mont earlier when he had sensed a strange energy, sothing eerily similar to the Dragon Blood Formation.
Suddenly, it all made sense to him. No wonder the Eight Ebon Goddesses had been causing so much trouble for the Netherworld Citadel.
The chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred was likely connected to them, to the Ninefold Underworld, and perhaps even to that mysterious Lord of the Underworld.
It seed that the turmoil in the Sepulcher of the Sacred was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
But for now...
Timothy smiled as he gazed into the distance. There was sothing else on his mind, sothing far more important.
And that was the goddess Sylvia who was still peacefully sleeping in bed.
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