The wind and snow howled.
The light inside the ancient temple was dim.
The towering Heavenly King Buddha Statue wrapped in a red dragon, its eyes glaring fiercely, was unfortunately shrouded in darkness, leaving its majestic appearance unseen and unheard.
Ao Ying extinguished the light and went outside to set up the array patterns.
At this moment, the dim ancient temple was extremely tranquil, with only the sound of slow breathing.
Xie Xuanyi adjusted his posture, and the blooming blood flower on his chest contracted significantly, subtly "reverting" into a bud. The flesh began to gather, but the trend of the Karmic Fire burning did not abate at all. As the wound contracted and diminished, the Karmic Fire instead became like the "stamen" in the bud, growing even more concentrated and intense.
The time left for himself was not much.
The peaceful days in the Lushui Cave Heaven would last only for a few days.
