Looking back to those youthful days of yore, where misfortune lurked at every corner.
Gu Wen was hunted by countless sects, Chi Yu Zi lost his mind, Jun Yan suffered from a split spirit, and there was Shen Hua, who often slept like a log.
The vibrant life and the fierce competition for survival felt so close, as if they could reach out and touch it.
As Gu Wen reminisced, the little monk slowly opened his eyes, a dazed look upon his face.
Rubbing his eyes, he murmured, “Was I dreaming just now?”
He could not see Gu Wen's figure or face clearly, only recalling the previous night when the earth quaked violently, as if a dragon of the earth had turned.
He and his fellow disciples jolted awake from their dreams, but before they could question the situation, he watched in horror as several of his senior brothers' heads exploded around him.
Outside, a fierce inferno blazed, and screams filled the air, sounding as if numerous souls were cast into a sea of flames.
In an instant, all fell silent again, leaving only the rumble of collapsing buildings and the chewing sounds from the direction of the main hall.