The heavy rain was pouring down, blurring heaven and earth.
On the banks of the raging Nu River, in a certain mountain forest.
A white streak of rain, "whooshing" through the air, shot fiercely through the blurred curtain of rain.
Upon closer inspection, petals of lotus flowers danced in the air, scattering chaotically around a monk draped in bloodstained clothing.
The monk's originally yellow robe was soaked with blood. The tattered monk's robe hung from his body, exposing flesh that was marred with blood-red cracks, as if porcelain had shattered, indicating that his body was on the verge of falling apart, teetering on the brink of severe injury and death.
This person was none other than Yuanzhen, the monk from Feilong Temple.
Above in the heavens, thunderclouds roiled, and the rain poured down. In the distance, dragon roars that captivated one's soul, along with barely audible screams that pierced the sky, urged him to not stop for even a moment.
