Underground chamber.
Blood filled the air.
On the ground, skeletal remains could be seen everywhere.
These skeletons were small, easily identifiable as those of children, none older than ten years of age.
Scattered about, the bones paved a white, bony path.
At the end of this path lay a massive furnace.
The stench of blood emanated from within the furnace.
In front of the furnace, a young monk was seated in meditation; behind him lay a dozen children, each enveloped in a glowing barrier, peacefully sleeping on the ground.
A purple bowl rested before the monk, emitting a lustrous light that formed a purple shield around him, taking him as its center.
"In at most one more year, the energy in your bowl will be exhausted; I am eager to see what tricks you have up your sleeve then," Wang Jiadong said with a cold expression, watching the monk. Because of the monk's arrival, his plans had been delayed for several years and still were not completed.
