Boots stomp down, red and white splatter, skull fragments embedded in the wall.
The monk's vision went utterly dark, no longer hearing any sound.
The mountaintop suspended in the high air above, the snow at its peak melting from friction, revealing green-black rock, surrounding with an invisible air wave, piercing straight into the Lotus Sect.
Water vapor boiling again coalesces high above, torrential rain pours down, dark clouds gather, clouds collide, thunderbolts flash.
Monks chanting the sutras in the morning gape, their minds blank with enormous shock.
The peak collides with the Lotus Central Hall, making the Central Hall seem extremely small in comparison.
Yet this seemingly insignificant building stubbornly withstands the collapse of the peak, the crushing of the mountain, not a single tile or brick destroyed. On the contrary, the inverted mountaintop begins to collapse, numerous large rocks squeezed and ejected, the mountain body slowly tilting backward.
