Zong Shou was equally awkward, aware that the sweat covering his body was a sign of his bloodline power advancing. It was the residual impurities of his body being forcibly expelled by the Sky-Burning Flame and his other bloodlines.

It was because his body was nearing the Undefiled Immortal Physique that the sweat held that faint black hue. It could be considered fortunate that this sweat had not been instantly vaporized by the flame power.

It also signaled that the Sky-Burning bloodline had finally calmed down. Though the piercing pain inside him persisted, it was significantly less severe than before he lost consciousness.

However, he would only know the true extent of things after careful inward contemplation and meditation. Zong Shou, at this moment, was solely focused on trying to calm the object below.

In the past, a mere thought and a slight soothing of his inner breath would suffice. This time, however, nothing worked.

The more he tried to quell it, the more stubbornly rigid the thing became. When Jing Yin’s hand brushed past, his blood surged violently, veins bulging visibly.

This left Jing Yin with nowhere to safely rest her eyes. She hastily wiped her face a few times before diverting her gaze elsewhere, saying, “The Benefactor’s physique is extraordinary; even my Master said you are the strangest person she has ever encountered.

You possess heat like a furnace within, yet you still live. Furthermore, that day in the lake, tens of thousands of aquatic beasts gathered and writhed around you, fighting amongst themselves.

Master says you must be someone of immense capability. You seem to have been injured by those Demonic Flames and fiends, leading to your unconsciousness—” Zong Shou listened quietly, then large beads of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

He had forgotten at the time that his current Immortal Body was akin to a supreme tonic for those spirit beasts. Even absorbing a mere sliver of his flesh and blood could significantly boost their power.

Below the Immortal Rank, ordinary spirit beasts naturally couldn't harm him. However, such an extraordinary spectacle, if left unattended for long, would eventually alert Lu Wushuang.

Three days—anything could happen in that time. It was fortunate that the Master and disciple passed by and rescued him in time.

Otherwise, by now, he would likely have been reduced to dust in Lu Wushuang’s hands. He offered a self-mocking sneer.

Zong Shou’s divine sense gathered again, probing the (Meridian Wheels) and the entirety of his limbs and bones. In just a moment, a thoughtful expression spread across his face.

The wound on his chest had completely healed by now. The internal changes within him had not ceased as he imagined.

On the contrary, they were intensifying, draining a massive amount of his vital true essence every moment. The other three bloodlines were no less active.

The Water Qilin’s bloodline imprint was carving itself into the deeper layers of his body. The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox and the Thunder Roc were also shamelessly expanding their influence.

“The Blood of Sky-Burning is truly worthy of five thousand years of cultivation, boasting three Supremacy Realm families—” Among the other three bloodlines, only the Water Qilin could contend with it. The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox and the Thunder Roc were ultimately a step behind.

Although they were Divine Beasts, true powerhouses within their clans were extremely rare. As for the Lu Family of Sky-Burning, with three Supremacy Realms over fifty millennia, not to mention countless Saints, they had already honed their bloodline power to its absolute limit.

Any member of the Lu Family, without needing guidance from elders, could cultivate to the Saint Rank solely through the inherent techniques and memories passed down through their bloodline. At this moment, the internal breath and soul power within his body were spontaneously distributing themselves throughout his form, working alongside the residual wish power to suppress the various internal anomalies.

Zong Shou observed closely, his brow furrowing. These powers could not be separated for even a moment; rather, they needed to be strengthened.

They served as both suppression and guidance, ensuring the bodily changes did not veer in unknowable directions. And his physical body was continuously regenerating and reconstructing, only to be constantly broken down and destroyed by those tyrannical forces.

In other words, at this precise moment, he was powerless to even lift a chicken? No, it should be said that relying purely on his own strength, he couldn't move at all.

The only usable force was the dense power of faith and will permeating this realm. A rough estimate suggested that if he exerted himself fully, he could unleash the power of the Divine Realm within this plane.

However, this required the activation of his Black and White Dharma Forms. Though the Heaven-Devouring Primordial Transformation Art could devour and purify, it absolutely could not gather and unify all the scattered power of faith and will in this realm.

And to utilize the Dharma Forms meant summoning the Boundless Beginning and End Buddha— The good news was that in this realm, he shouldn't have to worry about his personal safety. Even Lu Wushuang would likely be unable to defeat him; angering him enough to manifest a Black Hole Dharma Form would instantly turn the person to ash.

But using the Black and White Dharma Forms carried the risk of being detected by the Buddhist Sect. If this power absolutely had to be used, it should only be in the direst of necessities.

Zong Shou managed a grim smile. When he snapped back to awareness, he saw that Jing Yin had placed the damp cloth back into the basin of water.

Her face was flushed crimson, yet she couldn't help but steal glances down at his lower region, appearing intensely curious. Zong Shou couldn't help but feel speechless.

Just where was this girl looking? Yet, he also felt a flicker of smug pride, causing the appendage below to become even more formidable.

Clearing his throat, Zong Shou continued to extend his divine sense outward to search while curiously asking, “Might I inquire what world this is? And where exactly are we?

Why is this Buddhist temple built in such a remote location?” “What world?” Jing Yin paused, then smiled sweetly, “The Benefactor is indeed not from this realm! My Master also said you must be an immortal from the Outer Domain, somehow stranded here.

As for this realm, it originally had no name. It received the name Leping Realm only after our Buddha descended, hoping the people of this realm could always experience great joy, peace, and prosperity.

However, three hundred years ago, Demonic Flames and fiends invaded this realm, causing the name Leping Realm to be discarded and replaced with Cang Ling Realm.” “Demonic Flames and fiends? Cang Ling Realm?” Zong Shou’s expression tightened.

He had only heard the former name mentioned dozens of days ago. He hadn't paid much attention then, but given his current situation, he would inevitably have to remain in this Cang Ling Realm for some time.

He needed to fully ascertain the conditions of this world. The Lu Family’s power was immense, coupled with thousands of vassal worlds, affecting countless powers and races.

It was possible he might clash with these so-called Demonic Flame fiends. “Are they foreign hostile races?

Do you know their origins?” “It is said to be the Lu Family of Sky-Burning, controlling eight hundred Middle Thousand Worlds. Three hundred years ago, nearly a million troops descended upon this realm.

Every one of them was skilled in commanding flames, slaughtering gods and buddhas everywhere.” Jing Yin paused, casting a strange look at Zong Shou. Upon mentioning the Lu Family of Sky-Burning, she distinctly felt Zong Shou's body tremble slightly, as if greatly shocked.

“This realm has been under the rule of the Lu Family of Sky-Burning for a century. Oh, yes, Master mentioned that the Benefactor’s injuries were caused by those fiendish flames, right?” This last sentence was clearly intended as a probe.

Hearing this, Zong Shou could no longer hold back, letting out a hearty laugh. What was this?

Fleeing desperately under Lu Wushuang’s spear, only to run straight into the enemy’s very lair—