Mo Yang felt as though he could barely see his master's face clearly anymore. He felt the relative who had once cherished and loved him the most draw a long sword, slice open his dantian, and then pull out a stone pagoda.
Amidst that harsh laughter, Mo Yang's consciousness blurred, and he slowly slumped downward.
He had no idea how much time had passed when Mo Yang regained his senses. His body was still standing in that grand hall, though his face was streaked with tears. He hurriedly checked his chest; there was not the slightest trace of blood, completely uninjured. Deep in his dantian, the Star Emperor Pagoda still sat there composedly, without the slightest movement.
Chapter 36