The karmic fire raged wildly, blooming like a field of crimson lotuses.0

Great Sage Lan was forced into retreat. Even though the karmic fire had not touched his body, visions began to fill his eyes. There were no longer scenes of Wu Luo’s blood sacrifices. Instead, he saw the agonized faces of those he had slain at the moment of their deaths.0

He had climbed from a mere ninth-rank Daoist to a first-rank Tianzhen Daoist, and throughout his journey, he had taken quite a number of lives.0

Now, all of them appeared before his eyes—fellow Daoist priests, cult demons, local tribesmen in Poluo, Buddhist monks, Confucian scholars, Western nobles, Shamanistic Sect members, shinkan from Fenglin, Great Xuan Court officials, generals of the Golden Horde, wandering swordsmen, Black Robes, Green Phoenix Guards, eunuchs, and even shapeshifting monsters and sea-dwelling flood dragons.0

The most haunting of all was the slain flood dragon, which had probably been reforged as a flying ship. Its lifeless golden eyes were wide open, glaring at Great Sage...0