His head was severed, but his eyes closed.
The Ancestor Hall was in a state of chaos, completely transformed.
The roof had a large hole of three or four zhang, a broken, fallen ebony table lay across the hall, and five-tiered memorial tablets scattered on the ground, whether shattered or stained. An incense burner rolled into a corner, incense ash mixed with blood and muddy dust rolled across the floor. Most of the Everlasting Lamps were shattered, lamp oil flowing and shimmering, occasionally a still-burning fire flickered, casting wavering light and shadow inside the hall, smoke choking the air. The hall doors, affected by Sword Qi and thunder, tilted and cracked open, eaves occasionally dropped broken tiles, producing delicate sounds.
