This was still under the circumstance where Sikong Yan deliberately held back.
Afterwards, he directly detonated both the incomplete Five-Color Array and the complete Four-Color Array, turning this area entirely into a land rich in resentful thoughts.
Those obsessions of unwillingness, pain, and hatred intertwined with the pungent stench of decay in the air, forming a nauseating and terrifying atmosphere.
But if one looked closely, on the edge of the Abyss that everyone avoided discussing, two monks appeared at some point.
They sat quietly in a cross-legged position, whispering continuously.
The elder monk wore a worn yet clean gray robe, his eyes profound and serene, exuding compassion and peace.
The young monk appeared to be seven or eight years old, dressed in slightly oversized monk robes, with a face full of focus and devotion.
