The pagoda was filled with dust and rusted mottles while the floor was covered with debris.

Even though there was a fight outside that turned the heavens upside down, the pagoda maintained its tranquility. The buddhist candle at the top of the pagoda was still radiating a faint and gentle light.

Feng Feiyun traveled along the wooden stairs and finally made it to the top. There were no creatures nor formations along the way. This was entirely outside of his expectations.

However, once he made it to the top, everything then betrayed his expectations even more.

“Crackling!”

On the wooden floor was a burning bonfire. On top of the fire was an iron staff with a giant scorpion, it was around the size of a human head. The scorpion was already burnt brown with white smoke and issued a meaty scent.

Roasting the scorpion was a monk around eight feet tall with a muscular body and huge chains over his body.

His chest was half revealed and there was a tattoo on it. It had the shape of a black dragon...