Lin Feng's mediumship consciousness connected to a fiery hell, where searing flames raged everywhere.
Heavenly Fire surged into the sky.
They scattered every cloud.
Even the layers upon layers of clouds overhead could not hold back those flames.
Within those flames.
Everything burned.
Even Lin Feng felt a fear rising from deep within his heart as he faced such scorching heat.
Within those flames.
Lin Feng saw Lhazhang Ancient Temple.
Deafening sounds rang out from Lhazhang Ancient Temple amid the flames. A burly man struck a bronze bell with all his strength, while over a hundred people sat cross-legged in the square, chanting loudly. They let the fire spread. No one tried to put it out.
Grief shook the heavens.
Outside the temple, people wielded butcher's knives, slaughtering livestock. Lin Feng could see it clearly: at the very center of the inferno sat a "corpse" on a bed. The flames were flowing from his body.
He sat on the bed, with countless pieces of mineral ore beneath it.
Among them were agates, hard gemstones, and nephrite.
Under the flames, those gemstones melted and flowed like winding rivers.
They solidified again, fusing into something like a rainbow river.
As for the man sitting on the bed, he looked utterly ordinary. One glance was not enough to remember his face.
Flames poured from his Seven Apertures, spreading around him and burning through Lhazhang Ancient Temple.
Yet at that moment, he was still alive.
The elders and Spiritual Masters of the other temple branches appeared, standing guard beside him.
Strangely, they did not resist the flames.
Instead, they quietly bathed themselves in them.
They let the flames reduce them to ashes.
An exceedingly eerie atmosphere permeated the whole of Lhazhang Ancient Temple. Even Lin Feng, watching from the sidelines, felt a chill creep