Drifting clouds scatter as lightning flashes and vanishes.
The monk suspended in midair, his large robe billowed by the wind, truly resembled a withered leaf.
For his skin and flesh had already shriveled.
His life should have ended decades ago... It was this droplet that saved him. Now he has removed the droplet from his chest; bereft of his life source, his body began withering at an alarmingly fast rate.
Buddhist Divine Skills are indeed real.
Understanding the three Divine Skills to possess power comparable to the Yang God is also true.
But everything in this world is fair.
A mere mortal, upon understanding the three Divine Skills... It doesn't necessarily mean a good thing.
Chen Chong watched the monk before him with a complex expression.
His Divine Thought could sense the rapid dissipation of the other's vital energy.
