Blood rain fell ceaselessly over Lingshan.
The physical bodies of practitioners are far stronger than those of ordinary people, and as such, the volume and concentration of blood within them far exceed the norm. Every time one died, it stirred up a whirlwind of gore. The golden temples were stained a deep, bloody red. The blood falling onto the mountain quickly gathered into rivulets, which in turn transformed into pools of blood.
The World Honored One, possessing Xuanzang, watched Zhao Xuan with cold, indifferent eyes, revealing not the slightest hint of sorrow or displeasure. Just as he had said, he did not care. Since the World Honored One, the leader of the Buddhist faith, did not care, Zhao Xuan cared even less.
Chapter 319