The One-Eyed Blind Monk Opens His Eye, Bai Lin's Great Trouble

Bai Lin had exhausted every ounce of strength before finally making it here, only to find a bizarre scene before him.

But none of that mattered. Qin Yang was nowhere to be seen, and that seemingly formidable blind monk was busy with something else. Qin Yang's guards did not even spare him a proper glance.

Meanwhile, the Divine Phoenix Bloodline had already aged until its entire body reeked of decay. Coupled with its severe injuries, there was no need to think about it. This fellow was about to die.

Wasn't that convenient?

Why had he gone to such lengths to find an awakener of the Divine Phoenix Bloodline? Wasn't it for the Divine Phoenix Bloodline itself?

Now, there was a perfectly intact one waiting for him to pick up. Whatever had happened before did not matter.

Who would have thought that before he could even touch the man, this dying Divine Phoenix Bloodline suddenly seemed to experience a final flash of life? He laughed three times, then kicked the bucket on the spot.

Bai Lin was frantic. He prepared to strike while the iron was hot and see whether he could still obtain what he wanted.

But when he looked, his nose nearly twisted crooked with rage.

This Divine Phoenix Bloodline's vitality, True Essence, soul power, lifespan, and every other source of power—everything it possessed—had already been drained completely dry. There was nothing left.

The corpse before him was already rotten wood, withered and decayed from the inside out.

Bai Lin was at a loss. Before he even had time to get angry, the massive compass gate completely collapsed. A small door beneath it opened, and Qin Yang walked out.

Qin Yang was covered in incomparably pure demonic aura, yet there was not the slightest trace of madness or sinister