Some Chixia is Pure Yang Blood, and some is real blood of the body, all containing the essence of powerful origins.
After a long time, the terrifying waves in the depths of the desert began to recede, no longer as fierce.
Some Great Grandmasters' hands were actually trembling slightly, their knuckles turning white, as they had a premonition. Ultimately unwilling, they summoned the Heavenly Mirror to observe the battlefield.
In a sea of blood, the small boat made of Immortal Wood had overturned and was already shattered.
On the shore, the present Buddha sat cross-legged, his seven orifices bleeding, eyes closed and motionless, as if he had already... entered silence.
"Ancestor Master!" Xiang Yiwu and others cried out, their eyes turning red.
The grey-clad man who was originally on the small boat knelt on one knee on the shore, continuously coughing up blood, his body enveloped in a faint immortal fog. He was not dead.
