The flames gradually extinguished, and the yang energy of this land was all burned away, turning it into a place with extremely heavy yin energy.
Daoist Qingyang leaned wearily against the stone wall, his wounds still bleeding.
"You said you're from Jiuzhou?"
"Yes." Xiang Beifei said, "That place... How should I say it? It's very different from Hanxia."
Daoist Qingyang nodded slightly and, after a long pause, started coughing violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"I can try to help you, senior."
Xiang Beifei's hands gathered the aura of Return to the Original State.
"No need." Daoist Qingyang wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled, "The way you came here, you should understand what my end is to be."
He understood what his destiny was and had chosen to accept it.
"But senior once said that I could change the past."
Xiang Beifei still insisted and quickly approached, the aura of Return to the Original State in his hands soon touching Daoist Qingyang.
