With a creak, the blade was lifted. Dust stirred faintly, and the blade stand collapsed into pieces.
There were scarcely any people in the world who could lift this blade, or even hold its hilt. One could imagine how large that scar-covered hand was.
"Keep watch here. I'll be right back."
That deep, flawless voice rang out again, carrying out of the Small Temple, echoing through White City, and reaching the sky.
Zen Child looked at the Small Temple, his eyes full of surprise. Have your wounds healed? And it's so far away-how will you get there?
The Blood-Colored Cliff suddenly collapsed. A powerful force surged up from underground and erupted directly beneath the Small Temple.
Amid a thunderous crash, the Small Temple shattered and fierce winds howled. A huge figure could faintly be seen soaring into the air, smashing through hundreds of massive rocks. In an instant, he became a tiny black speck high in the sky, entered the Void Realm, and vanished.
The wind was rising on the shores of the East Sea as well.
The Sutra Lecture Hall Chief Seat of Fruitful Accomplishment Temple and the unnamed Shitai from Water-Moon Convent sat deep in the wild grass. The wrinkles on their faces were deep, and the frost upon them heavier still, as though they had become two figures of ice.
The paper talismans on the cliff wall stirred in the wind, and the stone inscriptions gradually faded.
The azure seawater churned incessantly. Whether it had stirred up sediment from the seabed or was affected by the peerless demonic cultivation method, its color grew darker and darker, almost turning to ink.
The masters from Fruitful Accomplishment Temple and Water-Moon Convent sat cross-legged around the cliff, resisting that utmost chill while trying to stabilize the restrictions at