As the match burned, a wisp of cyan smoke gathered at the tip of the fla, gradually transforming into a Buddha statue.
The statue was like smoke and cloud, resembling an ancient Buddha cloaked and sitting cross-legged with its back toward Chen Guan, reciting scriptures.
Everyone seemingly heard the chant faintly, a sound that pierced the ears, elusive and distant, yet simultaneously close by.
At first, it sounded like the benevolent thoughts of gods, but upon closer listen, it resembled the whispers of demons.
With each sound entering the ear, it gave a sense of detachnt from worldly concerns.
"Life is short; such a brief existence, and there's hardly enough ti for enjoynt. Why bother doing all this? What does it matter if I succeed or fail? A thousand years later, kings and ministers are just piles of dirt..." Qin Qiu felt an unexpected enlightennt.
"Recognized by the Celestial King, returning to the Qin Family... what's the point? It's rely a psychological comfort; why am I even concerned?" Qin Ziyu pondered inwardly.
"Cultivation, alchemy, none compare to the thrill of venturing into the world. I'm definitely not refining any pills, and the Zhang family's business ans nothing to . I'm going to marry off eventually, the Zhangs can handle their own matters. I'll just enjoy my carefree life..." Zhang Chunxiang's thoughts erged in her mind.
Foremost, closest to the Cyan Smoke Ancient Buddha was Chen Guan, whose mind began to stir with ripples. Sensing sothing was amiss, he imdiately used Heroic Spirit Unsheathed.
The spiritual ball protected the Spirit God, and those tempting thoughts vanished without a trace.
He turned and scanned the faces of the others, noticing that except for Jiang Qiemo and Qinghua, everyone else wore peculiar expressions.
Huang Tianming even burst into manic laughter, dancing while exclaiming, "Becoming king or bandit, it's all the sa. It's better not to be the Emperor."
Others' expressions fluctuated, seemingly contending with their inner demons.
The match had burned out, yet the Cyan Smoke Ancient Buddha clung in the air, and the chanting grew more profound.
"Why struggle so bitterly? It's better to die sweetly than to suffer endlessly in this world..." Luo Yuanfei's voice was like that of the compassionate Bodhisattva Guanyin, echoing rcy.
"If anyone's dying, let it be you." Chen Guan's Pure Yang Sword Immortal erupted, transforming into a white Sword Rainbow and piercing through the Cyan Smoke Ancient Buddha.
The Cyan Smoke Ancient Buddha was rely smoke and fire; the Sword Rainbow cleaved through it effortlessly.
After piercing the Cyan Smoke Ancient Buddha, Chen Guan turned to see it was unchanged, the dispersed smoke returning to the statue.
Yet upon closer inspection, he realized there was no ancient Buddha.
From the back, the smoke looked like an ancient Buddha; in reality, it was rely a hollow shell of smoke shaped like a cloak forming the Buddha's outline.
From the front view, the inside of the smoky cloak appeared empty, revealing nothing.
Gazing at the hollow smoke Buddha shell, Chen Guan suddenly felt it grow larger and more imposing.
Like a towering ancient Buddha, whereas Chen Guan felt as small as an ant before it.
The chanting resonated like rolling thunder against Chen Guan's soul, and the protective spiritual ball ford by Heroic Spirit Unsheathed, unbeknownst to him, began to crack.
Chen Guan was shocked, trying to retreat but finding it was too late.
When he regained awareness, he found his perspective had shifted to the inside of the smoke Buddha shell, as if he were the Buddha wearing the shell, ant to fill the void.
His viewpoint was clearly within the smoke Buddha shell, yet he still saw himself standing before it, an ant staring at a Buddha.
From this angle, Chen Guan felt as absurd and ignorant as a mantis trying to block a car.
Chen Guan realized Heroic Spirit Unsheathed couldn't protect his Spiritual Sense.
Luo Yuanfei observed Chen Guan had entered the demonic path, eyes showing unusual colors: "To fight
to this state, it's a pity to kill you, but I've been compensated elsewhere, and even with regret, I have no choice."
Muttering to himself, Luo Yuanfei reached out to grab from the spatial crack, retrieving a curved saber and slashed toward Chen Guan.
Ching!
A sword blocked the curved saber, directly slicing it in two, revealing the cold gaze of Jiang Qiemo before him.
"You haven't succumbed to my heart fla. Jiang Qiemo truly lives up to his reputation," Luo Yuanfei smiled.
Even though my heart fla wasn't targeted at Jiang Qiemo, its aftermath is difficult to escape without imnse Spiritual Sense.
"If I were you, I'd remain still right now. Move an inch, and my sword will pierce your head," Jiang Qiemo said.
"You've forgotten, I can traverse two realms; your sword can't harm ," Luo Yuanfei replied.
"No, my sword can hurt and kill you because you are currently in reality. If my judgnt isn't incorrect, using that match necessitates maintaining your presence in reality; as soon as you enter another world, the match's power fades," Jiang Qiemo retorted.
"You're a great guesser," Luo Yuanfei said. Suddenly releasing his hold on the saber, his figure retreated swiftly.
As Luo Yuanfei retreated, he inexplicably pulled out a pen, drawing lines that transford into flying sabers targeting Jiang Qiemo.
Jiang Qiemo wielded the Blinking Divine Sword, its speed manifesting as only sword glimrs while the blade remained invisible, shattering all approaching flying sabers.
Jiang Qiemo lunged at Luo Yuanfei, whose eyes widened, daring not to blink.
Luo Yuanfei knew Jiang Qiemo's nickna "Blinking Death God" ant blinking before him led to certain death and soul harvesting.
Luo Yuanfei's pen spun between his fingers, tracing arcs like cyclic tal weapons to ensnare Jiang Qiemo.
Jiang Qiemo coldly sliced through the tal loops, his montum unaffected.
As he retreated using Body Technique, Luo Yuanfei said: "Killing
won't help, Chen Guan is entangled in my heart fla, and if I perish, he will remain trapped eternally, never reaching liberation."
Jiang Qiemo ignored him, slashing again.
His strike was too fast, Luo Yuanfei couldn't evade, and raised his pen defensively.
Crunch!
The pen splintered under the Blinking Divine Sword, the sword's force breaking over Luo Yuanfei like a flood.
Luo Yuanfei suddenly removed his hat, shielding against the Sword Energy.
The Sword Energy plunged into his hat, vanishing like stones into the sea.
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