Lin Feng was thrown into a furnace of flesh and blood by the Junlu Tian Pavilion, to be treated as a “living medicine”: his sinews torn out, his marrow drained, condemned to eternal torment! Under the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, all mortals were merely fodder for the false gods! At the brink of death, an ancient blood sigil tore through his bones and burst into flame!
“The [Burning] character etched itself into my spine. Heaven and earth are the altar, and all living beings the kindling! You false gods feast on my flesh and blood? I'll flip the whole table at this ‘Primordial Banquet’!” As a rift in twisted space opened above the temple,
with blood-red, warped tattoos surging across his skin, Lin Feng raised one hand to the sky:
“Sacrifice the Heavenly Dao! Is the flavor strong enough for you?”
