From the first half of the night into the latter, the sounds within the grand hall never ceased.
A pillar of black light shot skyward.
A Turtle Shell emerged from Lu Mingyuan's body. However, his consciousness was completely immersed in his Spiritual World, leaving him oblivious.
Finally, as the crisp sound of birdsong echoed from outside the hall, the black Karmic Fire completely dissipated.
The sky had long since grown dim with the light of dawn.
Beside the bed, the floor was a mess of discarded clothing: a Daoist Robe, a white undergarment, a red-corded belt, and a pink embroidered bodice...
The full eruption of a hundred years of accumulated Karmic Fire was almost too much for Lu Mingyuan to handle.
He lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, his senses almost gone. He didn't open his eyes from his stupor until something soft and moist began to brush repeatedly against his cheek.
