"A declaration of allegiance!" Yan Kong understood very well that this was tying the fate of the Great Zen Temple tightly with the Immortal Dynasty, undoubtedly a giant gamble.
Red-haired Yan Kong had also achieved through cultivation of the Bodhi Heart Skill, the crucial step that Red Moon Zen Master had failed to complete, merging with the Blood Bodhi Tree and becoming the new generation's Dharma Transmitter of the Great Zen Temple.
It was precisely because of this that he could so keenly perceive the secret of the Imperial Mausoleum's Earth Vein and discern Xiong Chan's intentions.
Xiong Chan stretched out his fingertip, gently stroking the protruding veins of the Blood Bodhi Tree, strangely able to feel a warm pulse.
