Yellow sands swirled into the sky, and within a valley where not a single blade of grass grew, there sat a small blood-red lake in the center, surrounded by cliffs so neatly cut that the valley resembled a gigantic pit, with yellow sand forming an overcast dome above it.
In the blood-red lake, Zhang Buku sat bare-chested, with blood acting like long snakes wrapping around his body, constantly writhing.
The Divine Exotic Realm Master sat at the edge of the lake. Compared to two thousand years ago, he seemed like a different person, emaciated to the bone, his eyes lifeless, appearing like a skeleton sitting still.
Looking around, one could see numerous corpses, all of which were those of the Divine Exotic Ghost King, each having met a horrific, fierce death.
Suddenly, a yellow wind descended from the sky, forming a skull above the Blood Lake—it was the head of a Buddha statue, ancient and timeworn.
It was indeed the head of a Buddha Immortal!
