"Hmm?"
The voice interrupted Su Zimo's thoughts.
There was truly a living person at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
Su Zimo pushed open the door and saw a young novice monk seated on a praying mat with his palms together. There was an ancient book in front of his chest as he chanted softly.
Su Zimo was slightly stunned.
In his opinion, the living person at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley must be someone incredible. To think that it would be such a young novice monk.
The cultivation realm of the novice monk before him should not be above the Jin Dan realm.
Although Su Zimo's cultivation was gone, his judgment was still there.
As though he sensed something, the novice monk stopped his chanting and turned around.
His eyes were clear as water and seemed as though they could reflect the pure heart of a child!
Smiling gently, the novice monk stood up and clasped his palms together. "Patron, you're awake."
Su Zimo walked forward and bowed. "I am Su Zimo. Thank you for saving my life, fellow Daoist."
"Patron, there's no need for that,"
The novice monk smiled. "It's only because master sensed something that I brought you back."
"Master?"
There was a hint of surprise in Su Zimo's tone.
From the looks of it, the novice monk was not the only one at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
The novice monk nodded and looked at the grand hall not far away. "However, master is in seclusion and won't be seeing anyone for the time being."
The doors of the Grand Strength Hall not far away were tightly shut.
Su Zimo nodded and asked, "How long was I unconscious for?"
"More than a month,"
Su Zimo remained silent and pursed his lips, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.
Because his cultivation was destroyed, his regeneration capabilities had decreased tremendously as well. He had not recovered from his injuries even after more than a month!
After a moment of silence, Su Zimo asked again, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask how long it will take for your master to come out of seclusion?"
"I don't know,"
The novice monk shook his head. "It might be tomorrow, a year or even a hundred years."
"A hundred years …"
Su Zimo smiled bitterly.
Sensing Su Zimo's disappointment, the novice monk earnestly consoled him, "Benefactor, you don't have to be anxious. Time flies like a white steed flitting by a crack. A hundred years is but a blink of an eye."
The young novice monk looked to be in his teens.
These words coming out of his mouth were neither fish nor fowl, and seemed a little strange.
The novice monk continued, "If Benefactor feels bored, feel free to flip through the scriptures in the Sutra Depository. These Buddhist scriptures are extensive and profound. They contain the secrets of heaven and earth. Even if you read all the scriptures, you may not be able to pry into their profound meaning. "
"There are endless pleasures in the sutra. Once you are immersed in it, time will pass unknowingly. A hundred years is a very short time. "
The young novice monk spoke casually, but Su Zimo was not interested at all.
Su Zimo didn't want to reject the young novice monk's good intentions, so he nodded and smiled. His gaze shifted as he surveyed his surroundings, sizing them up.
There weren't many buildings in this courtyard, only two.
One was the Sutra Depository Pavilion, and the other was the Great Buddha's Hall. There wasn't even a meditation room.
This was a simple and crude old temple.
Ancient, old!
The only two buildings looked ancient as well, as though they had weathered countless storms and were filled with the scars of time.
Two vegetable gardens were laid out in front of the main hall – they were the only signs of life in this place.
The doors of the old temple were extremely tattered and creaked when the wind blew, as though they could collapse at any moment.
"Why is there such a strange old temple at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley?"
Su Zimo had a blank expression.
Instantly, something seemed to have flashed through his mind.
However, at that moment, Su Zimo's mind was in a mess and most of his attention was focused on how to recover his cultivation. As such, he did not think too deeply about it.
After standing there for a moment, Su Zimo turned around and walked towards the entrance of the old temple.
As far as the eye could see, this ancient temple was practically unobstructed. There was really nothing much to see.
Su Zimo wanted to head outside and check out what was at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
The young novice monk had a worried expression and could not help but say, "Benefactor, you have yet to recover from your injuries. Don't go too far, it's dangerous outside."
"Thank you for your reminder, fellow Daoist. I'll be careful."
Su Zimo thanked him with cupped fists and turned to leave.
The moment he stepped out of the old temple, a sinister wind blew past and Su Zimo could not help but shudder.
Up ahead was a winding valley with countless rocks on the ground and the walls on both sides were jagged with strange rocks.
The entire rift valley was dead silent!
Su Zimo frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment before heading forward.
Although the little fox had a frightened expression, she still chose to follow behind Su Zimo.
Su Zimo raised his head.
Fog surged above the rift valley. Tens of thousands of years ago, countless experts had fought and killed each other, and the remnants of their strength converged above, forming a chaotic energy domain.
Any living being that entered would be minced into a blood mist!
Su Zimo's cultivation was crippled and he lost all means of levitating. Although it was easy for him to jump down, it was no longer possible for him to head up.
Su Zimo realized that if he could not recover his cultivation, he would most likely exhaust his lifespan at the bottom of the valley and age slowly.
However, how was he supposed to recover his cultivation?
Jin Dan was shattered into pieces and dissipated completely.
His dantian was a leaky existence that could not gather spirit qi at all.
There was no way Jin Dan could recover.
The only thing that could recover was his Inner Core.
Although the Inner Core was filled with cracks, it was at least complete.
However, how was he supposed to recover his Inner Core?
Su Zimo had yet to cultivate to the realm where he could consume the essence of the sun and moon. If he wanted to cultivate as a demon, he would have to consume large amounts of life essence!
It could be fresh flesh and blood, natural treasures, or even miraculous elixirs …
However, apart from him, the little fox, the young novice monk and his master, there was nothing at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley!
Without replenishing his energy, he could not even circulate the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, let alone recover his Inner Core.
Su Zimo fell into deep thought but his footsteps did not stop as he walked forward instinctively.
After turning a corner, the little fox suddenly stopped in her tracks and bit Su Zimo's pants, tugging at him with all her might.
Su Zimo was alarmed and snapped out of his thoughts.
The ground before him was filled with corpses.
Some of them were lying horizontally, some were sitting on the ground, some were shattered and there were all sorts of corpses.
The ground was filled with corpses that stretched endlessly all the way to the end of the valley.
Su Zimo realized that those corpses should have been buried in this valley during the catastrophe 10,000 years ago.
Even after 10,000 years, those corpses did not have any signs of decay and were sparkling like jade!
Among those corpses, Su Zimo even caught sight of a complete body that had not decayed!
How frightening was this person when he was alive?
His body had not decayed even after 10,000 years!
Suddenly, Su Zimo sensed a red glint at the corner of his eyes and turned around instinctively.
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's pupils constricted and his hairs stood on end!
A few drops of blood splattered on the surrounding stone walls.
A single glance was enough for Su Zimo to feel a sharp pain in his eyes and his eyeballs almost exploded!
"What sort of expert's blood is this? To think that it possesses such frightening might!"
Even after 10,000 years, a single drop of blood nearly killed Su Zimo!
Right then, a strong sense of danger surged into his mind!
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