An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and that glaring red figure had already collapsed to the ground.
The Red-robed Daoist's eyes had rolled back white, his chest no longer rose or fell. He had completely fallen into boundless darkness and lost all consciousness.
Lu Xuan stood beside him, his brows slightly furrowed. He did not immediately turn and leave.
To ensure nothing could go wrong and eliminate any possibility of the ashes reigniting, an immense and boundless Martial Dao Will suddenly erupted from his body.
It swept outward like a surging river and sea, completely enveloping the area where the Red-robed Daoist lay.
That Martial Dao Will was sharp as a blade and heavy as a mountain, crushing down layer upon layer.
Only after confirming that the other man's life force had been utterly ground away, without even the slightest trace of breath remaining, did he stop.
Only then did Lu Xuan slowly draw back his aura. A glint of gold flashed through his icy eyes as he confirmed that the man was dead beyond clean, with no hidden danger left behind.
"Blood Infant Spirit?"
Lu Xuan silently repeated those four words.
Then he slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes blazing as they settled upon the deep pit the Red-robed Daoist had previously dug out with his bare hands.
The pit happened to be hidden beneath the ruins of the long-decayed ritual altar, with broken stones and charred scraps of wood scattered throughout.
According to the Red-robed Daoist, the Blood Infant Spirit was born of yin and feared yang as a tiger.
Thus, when the sun's yang energy was at its peak during the day, it had to be buried three feet underground.
The heavy soil would block out the vast yang energy between heaven and earth,