In a direct confrontation, Yuanmie Monk's strength surpassed Shang Nan's.
He had once stirred up storms in the Great Tang Imperial Dynasty.
But now he lies dead beneath Canglang Rock, unnoticed and unknown to others in the Tang Dynasty Human Realm.
Lei Jun doesn't care what kind of reputation this battle might bring him, nor does he care about the regrets of Yuanmie Monk's unfulfilled ambitions.
At this moment, his attention is on that black lotus.
The black lotus was restless, with something remaining at its center.
But more striking was the faint flickering of white light, as if trying to pierce through the void.
Through that white light, Lei Jun felt its connection not with Yuanmie, but with someone else.
A different kind of will emanated from it.
It seemed not to belong to this world.
As far as Lei Jun knew, the Great Void Temple's heritage didn't involve creating Buddha statues or worshipping them.
