Flesh-Carving Wan'e

Some people were born unlucky, unable to hear or speak.

Some were foolish and ignorant, never knowing the Spring and Autumn of life.

Some lost both parents, left utterly alone.

Some were walking along just fine, only to die suddenly beneath a galloping horse.

Some carefully made their way through the mountains, only to meet an unexpected end at the fangs of snakes and insects.

Misfortune, misfortune.

How many misfortunes had the world seen, and how many unfortunate people?

The power of a forbidden Daoist Art surged forth. Clouds darker than ink blotted out the moon's bright light.

It was like despair, severing all hope.

It was a shadow, a terror.

It was illusory, yet real.

It had existed before, and would continue to exist in the future.

Everyone who witnessed it felt their prospects dim and their chances of survival dwindle. It was as if today were their death anniversary, and this moment their time to die.

This was calamity, this was disaster.

The most agonizing misfortune was about to descend.

The Grand Ancestral Hall of Azure Cloud Pavilion was called the Shrine of Benevolent Fortune Azure Cloud.

But Azure Cloud Pavilion's forbidden secret art reversed Good Fortune, bringing calamity down upon them, entangling them in ill karma and gathering these dark clouds above.

Chi Dingfang's strength was nowhere near enough to unleash this art. He had to offer up his own life and soul, birthing calamity from calamity, nourishing disaster with disaster. First he would bring misfortune upon himself, then inflict it on his enemies. With the most vicious forbidden secret art, he would blast a path to survival for Azure Cloud Pavilion.

At this moment, every cultivator of Azure Cloud Pavilion was moved, from Sect Master Zongshou down to the disciples.

Even a man as deep and