Leaving behind only a charred mark and a few wisps of lingering smoke.
Throughout, Sikong Yan never stopped moving, continuing to explore the surroundings.
After a long while, he arrived at a mine, reached out, and a box wrapped in layers of rune paper instantly shot out from the stone wall, landing steadily in his hand.
As he opened it and saw a drop of heart's blood inside, he was a bit surprised, but not overly pleased.
"Interesting, the knowledge here is indeed somewhat lacking. Unfortunately, this was the heart's blood of the former Sikong Yan, not mine. Just wait a little longer, and this body will no longer be constrained by it!"
After saying this, Sikong Yan released a purple flame, and the heart's blood, along with the box, turned into ashes.
"Even if the entire Cangyan Daoist Palace is destroyed, what does it have to do with me? It's just that the chess game here hasn't unfolded, so I've stayed until now!"
