Heart Fight

In the devastated peaceful world in the West, the ground was covered in corpses.

The blood of countless well-cultivated, powerful disciples had condensed into blood-red beads, rolling in strong gales as they tinkled silverly against the mountains of gold, jade, and pearls.

The sky was dark, yet the earth was brightly illuminated. The dark sky and the bright earth formed a sharp contrast. Between the earth and the sky, an enormous seven-colored lotus was blooming in the wind. Tens of transparent, glistening, and colorful leaves trembled around the tremendous lotus.

Every lotus leaf carried a glowing mountain; a pagoda stood on top of each mountain, and in each pagoda, a large number of disciples of Priest Mu and Priest Hua sat with crossed legs, casting a simple spell with deep voices. Scorching and pure strands of faith power had been rising from these disciples' heads, flowing into the colorful lotus like molten gold.