Rustle! Rustle!
The bamboo forest swayed, and black mist surged.
No one knew what had happened in the thousands of years since Dharma King Temple had vanished.
What was once a peaceful scene had now transformed into a bizarre and perilous situation. Every leaf in the bamboo forest was incredibly sharp, as if they were blades forged from divine metal. Su Heng walked along a cobblestone path, his robe torn and tattered.
The robe he was wearing was woven from "Bodhisattva's Cut Hair," impervious to water and fire, resistant to swords and blades.
Yet now, it was shredded into countless strips of fabric, its metallic luster skin exposed.
One could imagine just how sharp these mutated bamboo leaves were.
They could be used as divine weapons outside.
Whoosh!
The eerie blue ghost fires within the black mist stirred into action.
Drawn by an unknown force, they flew toward Su Heng, seeking to incinerate him.
