On their bodies, a medicinal fragrance lingered, all from those who had perished after being refined into drug people by Pharmacist Valley. To deal with the remains easily, they were thrown directly into the endless clouds and mist. Even with Fufeng's one of the eight scenic wonders concealing them, not a single person had noticed before.
Under the grand peace and beautiful scenery of the Great Qin, lies such a bone-chilling tragedy.
Ci Yuan walked slowly along this mountain path.
A scholar's indifferent voice came through his ears:
"Hurry back, this mechanized person won't hold up much longer."
"If you can't return before this mechanism shatters, you will damage your foundation."
Ci Yuan just recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, with palms pressed together, walking through this 'hell.' His cultivation of Upper Third Rank in Buddhism flowed within him. The vengeful spirits from those corpses seemed to dissipate, and behind the monk, blossoms of pure Buddha Lotus flourished.