461 Caldera of corpses

A certain corner, within the ruins of the Ice Emerald Sect,

"It seems master has already recovered the sarcophagus blood bead he had given that old hag Feng Qiu. tsk, here I thought I'd get to have it.." 

A young man with a guileless look on his face, apricot robes, and black hair neatly tied in a daoist top knot stood within the ruins of the Ice Emerald Sect as his gaze fell toward the center of it.

He gently stretched his hand forward before he quickly pulled it back, with a grimace on his face.

His hand had been burnt to the bone with a sizzling sound that released black smoke constantly produced from his burnt hand.

A red incandescent glow was produced from his bones, and his flesh regrew back.

"What a feisty formation.." he muttered as he warily stared at the ward before him filled with complex runes and white flames moving in between those runes. 

The ward flickered and disappeared as if it was never there.