Sequential Devouring

Lü Yinlin watched for a long while, then suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and left without a word.

He had already decided that he would thoroughly question Duan Rong about where the Dharma Appearance Sect's supreme secret art—the Great Bright Flame—had come from and how it had been cultivated.

But not now. Duan Rong was clearly in the midst of genuine cultivation, and he could not be interrupted at such a time. Lü Yinlin decided to wait until he finished cultivating before getting to the bottom of it.

Lü Yinlin left without a word, but Chu Wushang did not leave, because he too could sense his soul being nourished here, and that nourishment was clearly greatly beneficial.

Like Wei Yan, Chu Wushang sat down cross-legged.

Yet he had barely sat when the raging flames burning around Duan Rong atop the altar abruptly went out. The next moment, Duan Rong opened his eyes and let out a long howl toward the sky.

The howl was like silk ripping apart, resounding through the valley.

The Buddhist chants in the pavilion immediately ceased.

Once the Buddhist chants stopped, the ceremonial procession circling the altar came to a halt as well.

The craftsmen and guards all wore devout expressions. When they left, they no longer scattered like startled birds and beasts, but formed orderly lines and neatly placed the ceremonial articles and ritual implements inside the pavilion.

Watching the ritual in the valley come to an end, Chu Wushang could not help sighing. He glanced at Wei Yan beside him and saw that Wei Yan was still seated cross-legged, his shoulders trembling faintly as though some sensation were passing through his body.

Chu Wushang decided that he would come again early tomorrow morning. He wanted to fully experience the cleansing that