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What is happening?
It was not just the two of them who noticed that point; many others had also become aware of it. Those individuals began to quicken their pace towards the Little Monk. The Radiant Daoist had slowly sheathed the Wu Jian. Although both sides were currently enemies, no one wanted to lose their life for no reason.
Both sides remained on guard as they moved closer to Ling Chanzi. Despite many cultivators struggling to suppress their fear and wanting to flee the battlefield, they had previously not escaped the gnawing of insects, which had drawn them into darkness. The remaining cultivators were not truly resolute individuals; they would not easily be defeated by fear. Nevertheless, I don't deny that many cultivators were overcome by their own fears, and in the eastern camp, countless cultivators had already concealed their dread.
Ling Chanzi recited Buddhist scriptures, which served as the only comfort in everyone's hearts. Some people attempted to get closer to hear what Minghong and the Little Monk were chanting. Although their voices were soft, at that moment, aside from the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, only Ling Chanzi's recitation could be heard clearly.
"Observing the Bodhisattva, during deep prajna paramita, sees that all five aggregates are empty and helps all beings through suffering. Sariputra! Form is not different from emptiness; emptiness is not different from form. Form is precisely emptiness; emptiness is precisely form. Sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness are also like this. Sariputra! All phenomena are characterized by emptiness; they are neither created nor destroyed, neither pure nor impure, neither increasing nor decreasing."
Some who had heard it before recognized that Ling Chanzi was chanting the Heart Sutra, a common scripture in the Buddhist Sect. But was it truly useful at this moment?
A few shook their heads, feeling that they had lost all hope. Many others clung to a "dead horse as a live horse" mentality and found the rhythm of Ling Chanzi's chant, joining in to recite quickly. In no time, more and more people were chanting along, and the volume of their recitation grew louder.
The swarm of insects in the sky seemed to be startled and began to scurry about in the darkness, rolling over in agony.
Suddenly—
A tremendous sound pierced everyone's ears. For those with lower cultivation levels—Foundation Practitioners—blood began to flow from their ears as that deafening shriek shattered their eardrums.
The recitation of Buddhist scriptures came to an abrupt halt. The crowd did not even have a chance to rejoice before suffering another heavy blow. Some cultivators who had reached their limits chose to flee; their fate was naturally easy to predict.
The remaining eleven cultivators once again followed Ling Chanzi's rhythm and began reciting the Heart Sutra.
In the current situation, the only thing that gave the cultivators present a glimmer of hope was that Ling Chanzi, who had the lowest cultivation level among them, seemed unaffected by the earlier roar. Instead, the crimson light emanating from the Jade Lotus was gradually dimming, and a sense of purity began to spread naturally from around Ling Chanzi.
This feeling instilled great confidence in the remaining cultivators. They believed there was some hope amidst the chaos, and their chanting grew increasingly resolute.
Boom!
With a thunderous sound, the transmission portals in the sky shattered completely. Although they had already been surrounded by darkness, no cultivators were coming through anymore. Even reinforcements for Coco had vanished.
Bu Luo felt that there was a slight improvement in the situation as a figure emerged from one of the darkened portals. An elderly man clad in red silk, adorned with golden thread patterns, stepped forward. His flower-like red hair and eyebrows made him appear approachable, contrasting sharply with the surrounding darkness.
At that moment, Radiant Daoist felt hope rekindle within him. Some recognized the elder and shouted, "It's Elder Wang Daoming! He is a Mahayana Practitioner; we are saved!"
That single declaration caused all Radiant Daoists to instantly draw their Wu Jian swords, catching other Daoist Sect cultivators off guard. Bu Luo noted that both sides had roughly equal numbers of foundational cultivators. The Jade Void Sect and other Daoist Sects temporarily stabilized their positions while Gan Yuan led his four senior brothers to protect Ling Chanzi without showing any signs of relaxation.
Most Light Path Cultivators were farther away from Ling Chanzi and did not notice that he and Bu Luo were close enough to see clearly. Just as Wang Daoming, the Mahayana Practitioner, stepped out from the portal, Ling Chanzi's lotus blossomed with radiant red light, purging the surrounding darkness entirely. This made Gan Yuan and Minghong realize that the so-called demon was likely truly here.
Was it a Demonic Cultivator? If so, it should be quite formidable.
Gan Yuan weighed this in his mind; this was indeed Daoist Sect territory but also encroaching on Buddhist Sect ground. The power of the Buddhist Sect had weakened significantly, relying on Ling Chanzi's journey through Tiandong without any martial cultivators to aid in exorcising demons. It was evident that Daoist Sect had lost control over this area.
Now, if it truly was a demon or a Demonic Cultivator, relying solely on martial strength would not suffice to deal with a cultivator. What he feared most was that person before him—a Demonic Cultivator transformed into a Heavenly Demon—could not be resolved merely through brute force; specialized countermeasures were necessary to subdue such magic.
With this thought in mind, Gan Yuan took out a small jade token from his Soul Ring without hesitation and crushed it to activate the runes inscribed upon it.
Is it really as Gan Yuan thought?
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