Autumn Slaying
Penerjemah: GravityTales
By the stream near Xining Village's old temple, the starry sky was obscured. All was dark and quiet.
The Tianhai Divine Empress's soul stood between heaven and earth, the occasionally appearing star like a speckle on her clothes.
She looked down upon the monk by the stream, her expression indifferent as if she was gazing at an ant.
The stream bank was very quiet, as was the mist-shrouded solitary mountain. At this moment, it was close to a deathly stillness.
On the still surface of the stream were blazing pieces of blood lotus. On the monk's body, there were also many pieces of blood lotus. His monk robes were tattered, his flesh was cracked, and Sacred Light burst out like a flower.
An indescribably divine might descended from the heavens and crushed the Sacred Light exuding from the monk's body like the light of a firefly.
The dimmer the Sacred Light became, the more serene the monk's expression was.