At the summit of Kunlun, the Qing Qi that had remained unthawed for ten thousand ages seemed to freeze. Deep within the dense forest of ancient steles—steles that bore countless glories and Dao traces of the Chan Jiao—a subtle yet soul-shaking anomaly quietly rippled outward. At first, it was an almost inaudible weeping, like the primordial wind passing through a fissure in the rocks. Then, that weeping materialized: a single point of scarlet suddenly seeped from the top of a dark basalt monument engraved with the true intent of "Yuxu".
The droplet of blood was full and heavy, condensing the grief and Karma of all ages, and slowly slid downward. The trajectory of its fall sounded like a silent death knell.
"Drip."
Chapter 480