As dusk fell, the last rays of the sun looked like blood. Stars flickered across the sky, and crimson clouds rose like beacon fires lit by heavenly soldiers, carrying a hint of murderous desolation.
Shi Lan stood motionless before the four great tombs, bathed in the rosy glow. Her blood-red battle robe snapped in the wind like a blooming crimson spider lily. Her expression was indifferent, and blood-colored double pupils turned in her eyes, brimming with blazing killing intent.
After entering the domain of time and space, her state of mind had long since ceased to be swayed by external things, and her Dao heart had become stronger than immortal gold. But such serenity was unsuited to conquest and slaughter.
At that moment, Shi Lan was deliberately rousing the killing intent buried within her, fanning the flames of fury and slaughter until her combat power broke through its limits and surged into a supreme realm she had never reached before.
Emotions had a crucial influence on the combat power a living being could bring forth. Without the stir of emotional waves, even someone with ten parts of strength could use no more than seven.
Even in the transcendent realms of Buddhism and Daoism, there were wrathful guardians. The reason one could not sever the roots of the seven emotions and six desires upon attaining the Dao was precisely this.
At the very top of the sky, four Great Sages of the Demigod Race stood side by side. Their expressions were uniformly cold, and solemnity showed in every pair of eyes.
They paid little heed to the four tombs not far away. What unsettled them was the speed of Yang's rise.
Yao's coming-of-age ceremony was still vivid in their minds. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Yang had