155 The Flame of Merit 5yr

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As Shen Lian carried the Blood Dissipating Sword into the hall of the Temple of Killings, he frowned. The flames remained the same, both Qianmo and Xiaoxun were resting with their eyes closed, everything seemed to be in order.
However, he still felt that something was out of place. The murderous thoughts from the Blood Dissipating Sword he was holding impacted his heart, and yet it could not move his heart of Dao. The word, "Yuan" was right where it should be, and everything seemed alright.
Shen Lian finally realized that the Taixu Divine Qi within him was reducing at a shocking speed. He could no longer feel the Qi of heaven and earth in the world; it was as though his surroundings had turned into the desert devoid of Qi of Vitality.
The Blood Dissipating Sword gave off a clear gleam and it flew out of his hand. It turned into a pool of bloody water, and like a spiritual snake, it made its way to the "Yuan" within moments. It filled itself into every stroke of the "Yuan", as though