light and dark

On the altar, Zhanxian looked at the formation that was still activated and fell into deep thought.

His eyes were cold, so cold that they seemed to freeze everything, and he slowly moved towards Fang Yingxing who was lying on the ground.

The secret technique of Immortal Burial is so powerful. Its power seems to come from ancient time and space. When it hits Fang Yingxing, it is like mountains overturning and stars falling to the ground. From the wound, blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing his robes red and also dyeing the once glorious altar red.

His eyes were closed tightly, as if he was shutting out all the bustle and noise in the world. Those eyes that were once as sharp as lightning and as deep as the sea were now filled with endless darkness. His breath was weak, like a candle in the wind that would go out at any moment.

The air around him seemed to freeze, leaving only his breathing, weak but determined. The wind blew by, causing the tips of his hair to flutter lightly, but the former majesty had disappeared. His body was shaking slightly, as if he was suffering from endless pain.

Zhan Xian took a slow breath, seemingly a little surprised.

"You're still alive. You're not an ordinary monk. It's interesting. But you can't overturn everything. You can only die." The Burial Immortal sneered and formed a seal with his right hand to completely obliterate him.

Just when the Burial Immortal was about to kill him completely, an unusual aura filled the air.

That is the breath of dark matter, a mixture of hatred and coldness. This breath makes people tremble, but it seems to contain infinite power. It is an indescribable charm, just like frost flowers in winter, although it is cold, it is unique and beautiful.

Fang Yingxing's body seemed to have become an endless abyss. The dark matter pouring out was like streams of black light, instantly covering him. His body began to tremble slightly, every wound was healing, and every inch of skin was being regenerated.

He stood up slowly, as firm as a mountain. Although his eyes were cold, they were full of life. It is a kind of vitality struggling back from the edge of death, a kind of hope of rebirth.

Every cell in his body is recovering, and his aura is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, he seemed to be coexisting with heaven and earth, coexisting with all things. The aura of dark matter, the aura of hatred and coldness, all integrated into his body and became a part of him.

His eyes became cold, as if he had seen through all the joys and sorrows in the world. It was the ultimate indifference, with a deep chill. His aura also began to rise steadily, becoming cold and terrifying, as if it would freeze everything around him.

There was a trace of solemnity on Zhan Xian's face, because this person's aura was completely different, and he didn't seem to be the same person.

"No, you can't be alive..." As powerful as the Burial Immortal, there was some confusion in his eyes.

Fang Yingxing's body was filled with ancestral dark matter.