The Forbidden City Palace, a river of blood pooled and flowed, the scorching sun high in the sky, the intense heat evaporating the crimson streams, leaving behind coagulated scabs. The air was stifling, making one's heart restless.

Langya, adjacent to the far west, in early spring, felt as hot as the peak of summer in June or July.

The sound of shallow breathing was particularly noticeable. The Lustful Arhat was stiff all over, sweat pouring like a flood, his heartbeat pounding like thunder through bone conduction. His eyes widened and pupils contracted, staring blankly at the black-robed youth.

At this moment, four words unconsciously burst into his mind—My life is over!