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Cultivation is not a solitary endeavor; it requires like-minded companions to practice together, support one another, and progress collectively. The term refers to the places or environments of cultivation, known as Feng Shui Treasure Lands. Choosing a good cultivation environment significantly enhances the effects of cultivation, and the atmosphere of the dojo greatly influences the practice.
Om!
The Old Monk bit his finger, smearing his blood on the lotus seat of Shri Dakini, his face filled with sincere devotion as he prayed. With a fierce expression, Shri Dakini tilted the Kapalabhati Bowl in her hands, allowing a drop of blood to fall from the bowl onto the Old Monk's bald head. This was a blessing from the divine.
With the empowerment of Flesh and magical power from Shen Tong, the Old Monk felt as if he were bathed in sweet dew, his face radiating joy. What a wonderful gift! The contents of the Kapala Bowl held by Shri Dakini must be offerings of blood and flesh from the Old Monk. This Old Baldy was undoubtedly a Lama practicing the Pure Observation and White Bone Observation Method. The offerings in that bowl could not only enhance magical power but also help cultivators solidify their Sacred Avatar.
Zuo Ci wiped his lips. All these treasures are connected to me! Indeed!
Zuo Ci smiled and said, "Thank you for your generous gift. I will surely promote your artifacts in the future; you can now rest easy and depart!" As he changed his hand seal, the Evil God's brow split open beneath him, revealing a single upright eyeball, lantern-sized, emitting a gurgling sound.
Buzz!
The lantern-sized eyeball burst forth with an eerie red light, coalescing in the sky into a massive Head, devoid of a body, trailing entrails and flesh below it. This was known as the Human Head Attached Child God, also referred to as the Si Luo Bottle.
"Return, soul! Return, soul! Return, soul!"
The monstrous Head's mouth tore open, emitting a deafening call. Amidst this cacophony of soul-calling cries, the light from the Old Monk's pupil extinguished. He stared blankly at the distant Si Luo Bottle, stepping forward mechanically.
Om
A booming chant erupted from the skeletal mouth of Shri Dakini, resonating like a great bell before the Old Monk.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
The Si Luo Bottle was instantly engulfed by the black Prajna Flame. The Old Monk's pupil returned to normal.
What a close call!
The Old Monk thought to himself, realizing the gravity of the situation. If it weren't for Shri Dakini's protection, he would have likely fallen victim to the opponent's soul-calling spell.
Shri Dakini, indeed?
Zuo Ci chuckled, "Today, let me test my Hun Fan on you!"
The Triangle Black Banner fluttered above him.
Zuo Ci recited: "One finger for Huang Quan's clarity, two fingers for Beidou's brightness, three fingers for the wandering souls. Shri Dakini, hasten to return to my banner! Command!"
He bit his index finger and wrote the four characters of Shri Dakini in blood on the Triangle Black Banner.
After finishing, the Triangle Black Banner surged with Sha Qi.
A massive hand of Black Malevolent Qi coalesced and directly enveloped Shri Dakini.
A flicker of anger appeared on Shri Dakini's skeletal face; this Deviant Arts dared to capture her divine Hun Fan? Truly audacious!
"You dare, little one!"
The Old Monk displayed an expression of disbelief.
How could he dare to capture the soul banner of a deity?
What is a deity? It represents absolute power, invincibility, and taboo.
This mere Deviant Arts actually had the audacity to be so brazen!
Though at this moment, Shri Dakini was merely a wisp of divine thought from incense offerings, through years of magical nourishment and fleshly sacrifices from him, she had acquired a semblance of the Buddha's spiritual essence.
It was a thought that could be considered an incarnation of a deity. Moreover, this Xiang Shen Zun was intertwined with his life, regarded as a vital entity. If that young man were to absorb it into his Hun Fan, his Dao Xing would undoubtedly suffer significant damage. Zuo Ci did not care whether you were a god or a ghost. All he knew was that the things he desired must be obtained!
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