Within the dim cave, the torchlight illuminated Duan Rong's face.
His lips tightly pressed, his eyes focused, his right hand gripped near the tip of the Minghong Saber, carving on a piece of rock...
He had previously devoured the Artifact Spirit of a carving knife from Xiao Yu, thus acquiring considerable carving skills.
Moreover, the image of the Four Great Kings was already etched in Duan Rong's heart. He intended to carve four stone statues himself within this cave, forming a mandala.
Not far from the Black Blood Vine, the remains of a wild boar were still oozing yellow pus, and waves of stench intermittently reached him. Yet, Duan Rong remained unfazed, solely focusing on the gradually clearer outline of the divine statue in his hand...
This time, he intended to directly cultivate the Fetal Concealment Scripture to the eleventh layer. Compared to that, what was a mere offensive odor?
