One day gone, and the fierce ghost that Sun Die has become is growing more grotesque.
Its fangs protrude, its eyes are blood-red, and the barely formed fetus it's cradling in its arms is even more terrifying. Mother and child lay motionless across Yuanxing.
They seem to be consuming something.
Yang Energy?
Watching Yuanxing now, it's clear every move is a struggle, as if he's bearing a great mountain. Even just raising his head is visibly difficult.
But he is unaware of any wrong, desperately kowtowing:
"Master, have mercy!"
In the blink of an eye.
Yuanxing's face was already covered in blood, the cold stone steps soaked with his blood.
"Whoosh..."
Master Wuyuan's expression turned grim. He swung his kasaya, forcefully casting aside the approaching Yuanxing, and walked toward the mountain without looking back, coldly demanding:
"Awaken and seek me on the mountain!"
"If you cannot awaken..."
"Cien Temple has no pupil like you!"
