The shriek rent the quiet, and the raindrops fluttering down in the courtyard burst apart, forming a misty haze.
Inside the house.
Fierce heat circulated, with Qi and Blood like a baking furnace, steaming with cold air.
In the incense burner, the twisted column of smoke shot up into the sky, only to be torn asunder by the high winds.
Three wood carvings, stained with blood, seemed to have been soaked in a blood pool, their strong scent of blood intertwining and spreading, making the wood carvings seem alive, screaming and roaring tragically.
Three animals and five livestock, eight large bowls, their blood as if all sucked dry.
The scene at this moment truly became somewhat bizarre.
Li Che sat cross-legged, his brow Niwan opening and closing, the "Wrathful Maitreya" Divinity, pouring out like a river, filling the surroundings.
Woven with invisible forces, constantly embedding, continuously accumulating.
