The pungent scent of blood clashed violently with the holy and solemn atmosphere of the Buddhist Sect, accompanied by panicked cries and screams. Even Yunzhi felt an unsettling sense of chaos.
He had just gone to participate in a trial, which took only half a day. Everything was fine when he left, so how had everything unfolded before he even returned?
Yunzhi's complexion changed dramatically, as a terrible premonition arose in his heart. He hurried towards the Buddhist Sect.
From a distance, things were unclear, but upon entering the Buddhist Sect, Yunzhi was stunned at the sight.
Half of the sacred statues had collapsed, as though a massive dragon had brutally wreaked havoc from one end to the other. The structures on both sides remained intact, giving the illusion of a sacred place, but the middle was in ruins.
For some reason, Yunzhi was reminded of the Snowy Mountain Peak, and the masked person who struck Luo the Superior Immortal with a spear.
