Deep Shadows

The physician who arrived late was of no use. He merely reminded the camp chief to burn the body quickly. The old monk's death had looked rather abnormal.

Fa Yan really had been drained to the dregs. His already gaunt body had shriveled until he looked like a skeleton. Ku Mie and the others were so terrified by the sight that they fled the tent, chanting sutras nonstop and bitterly regretting not having obeyed and come out sooner.

The monks hadn't felt themselves faint. They only felt that Fa Yan had changed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yanwei was also frightened out of her wits. She grabbed Shangguan Ru and ran.

Night fell. Low Buddhist chants drifted from the large tent. Shangguan Ru liked the sound, but she couldn't calm the turmoil in her heart. She began to doubt whether she had correctly understood Fa Yan's hint before he died.

Fa Yan had always opposed all killing. Why, then, had he wanted to end the Death Sutra through killing? Shangguan Ru felt she might be overthinking it. Even if Fa Yan had truly meant it, there was no need to carry it out. Like the old monk, she trusted a certain instinct that told her the Dragon King and He Nu weren't irredeemable demons.

Most importantly, Shangguan Ru was no match for those two.

Fa Yan had given her Internal Force, but she had received at most seven or eight tenths of his power. It far surpassed her original Wu Dao Divine Skill, yet still fell short of the top tier, and she couldn't use it right away. Shangguan Ru could clearly feel a hard kernel inside her dantian. Each time she circulated a Greater Celestial Circuit, the kernel melted a little, turning into true qi. By her