Chu Feng stood on a high mountain tens of miles away and gazed into the distance. Apart from the black mist rising from the sinkhole and the terrifying cries of the Yin crows, there were no other abnormalities. After a while, peace returned.
He waited for a long time before cleaning up the aftermath and removing the divine magnetic stones.
Following that, he went to the Lightning Strike Mountain and wiped away the traces before returning to the tribe.
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“Shaoyin, Shaoyang, who’s stronger? Yin and yang are two sides of the same coin. The heavens are King!”
In the temple, Chu Feng was dawdling. He had returned from the sinkhole for two days and had been researching the sun sacrificial technique. He had been trying to figure out that Strange Fist scripture so that he could fuse yin and yang together.
In the end, he had set himself on fire again. His internal organs were all burning and he had transformed into a burning man more than once.