"Facing the three of us, do you still want to continue resisting?"
Fa Shun said indifferently, "What if I say yes?"
"Then you can go die."
Thongsai Songsaa was already impatient.
The Secret Realm itself can’t withstand this corruption, yet you still want to resist for it?
Even considering Fa Shun’s current half-dead state, he can probably borrow the power of the [Ghost of Rules]... but so what? Are the three of them afraid of that re Ghost of Rules?
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, huge shadows imdiately erged in the overwhelming blood rain.
The temperature in the hall plumted rapidly in an instant.
It was the giant, ghastly white arthropod Beast King, its head like a human skull, and the hair on its eight legs, upon closer inspection, was almost entirely human bone.
[White Bone Cold Forest Spider], an extrely terrifying Ice Attribute Magical Beast with Purple Potential.
From the mont it appeared, there was an overwhelming feeling of cold.
Crack——
In the next mont, the combination of blood rain and ice cold transford into a freezing wind infused with blood mist, sweeping across everything, heading towards Fa Shun who was sitting cross-legged.
The original aning of Corpse Forest was a place for abandoning corpses.
Ancient texts from Blue Star recorded that there was once a monk who advised people to divide their flesh after death and offer it to the Corpse Forest.
The reason Thongsai Songsaa called himself [Corpse Forest Master] was because wherever he went, there was a Corpse Forest.
With just a command, all sentient beings needed to offer their blood and bones to him.
Once caught by this wind, whether human or Spirit Beast, the body would be frozen by the icy force, consud by the blood rain, and the essence within the bones would be absorbed by the [White Bone Cold Forest Spider].
Mara Kiblan and Sai Montri watched coldly, happy for Thongsai Songsaa to take the lead and test the waters.
However, in the next mont, the three of them suddenly showed expressions of surprise.
Not only because the blood-colored icy wind released by the Mystical Technique vanished without a trace, like a breeze, when it approached Fa Shun the monk.
But also because...
In an instant, the two pitch-black doors behind suddenly shut tight.
The entire internal space of the [Nirvana Hall] seed to be completely locked by an invisible force.
With a clear sound of an elephant’s trumpeting, a golden force spread and condensed in the hall, forming a barrier as splendid as glazed glass, enveloping everything within.
Mystical Technique · [Treasure Elephant Suppressing Karma] activated.
However, at this very mont, not only was this Mystical Technique activated, but eight illusory Buddha statues appeared simultaneously behind Fa Shun, their gaze compassionate, as if reciting scriptures alongside him.
The formation began to unfold further in the hall, elaborating magnificent patterns within the glazed barrier, with golden light tinged with red, resembling flesh attached to a skeleton, or bright red flowers.
And accompanied by it was a sense of terrifying destruction.
Not only within [Nirvana Hall], but even the dust-covered Secret Realm outside began to tremble.
Mara Kiblan instinctively raised a hand, wanting to teleport out.
However, in the next instant, her pupils shrank, realizing sothing, and she imdiately looked down at her own arm.
Only to see the inscriptions of [Right View] and [Right Thought] left from touching the Buddha’s head flashing red.
This is...
Locked by the power of the Secret Realm itself?!
——Wait, could it be!
The emaciated monk softly chanted, as his thought spread throughout the hall.
"Since you’ve co, you three benefactors should stay and join and the last remaining will of this place in Nirvana in this [Nirvana Hall]."
His atypical colored hands clasped in front of his chest, he began reciting scriptures.
In the next instant, golden light mixed with ominous red-black glow scattered forth,
Domain unfolded.
[Eternal Light Pure Land].
.........
Fa Shun involuntarily recalled his past.
——Chaya Jachonpon, born in a small border town of Siam.
At birth, he had no father, and at the age of five, his mother suffered and died from a plague that swept through the town.
He also got infected, falling into a coma beside his mother’s corpse.
When he woke up, he found an old monk had saved him.
Aside from the resistant Spirit Masters, there were hardly any mortals left in the town who held out until the old monk ca to rescue.
He later learned that he was one in tens of thousands, possessing Purple Talent, innately extraordinary, thus spared.
But five-year-old Chaya knew nothing of this at the ti, as he faced the already shattered world, watching the old monk silently chanting over the funeral pyre, speaking out words of transgression, even filled with resentnt.
——Why couldn’t you co sooner?
——If you couldn’t co sooner, wouldn’t my mother and everyone around not have died?
As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted it.
Not only because he knew well the consequences of offending a high-ranking Spirit Master.
He regretted more that even though the monk saved him, he resented him.
However, the old monk looked at him with sorrowful eyes, calmly accepting his accusations and resentnt, sincerely taking the matter as his responsibility.
Then...
Chaya beca a disciple of the old monk.
The old monk’s cultivation was not weak, his Dharma na [Hongzheng], a Four-Star Spirit Master with formal credentials, from Siam Fahyun Temple, whose contractual partner was an entirely snow-white, three-person high [Kindness Ape].
With him as a guide, Chaya also shaved his head to beco an official monk of Fahyun Temple, awakened his talent and was bestowed the Dharma na [Fa Shun].
It was not for so profound reason like conforming to all laws.
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