Revered Netherworld Soul's breathing stopped.
As for whether he had forgotten to breathe or simply did not dare to, even he could not say.
In an instant, scene after scene flashed before his eyes again—scenes of himself being ruthlessly trampled like an ant by the horrifying Ghost Buddha before him.
This time, it was not the Ghost Buddha's illusion technique.
It was his own imagination conjured from thin air.
In his daze,
A strange word appeared before him:
"Die."
Then came a second, a third...
Countless "die" characters filled his mind, crushing him until he could barely breathe.
Revered Netherworld Soul, who had believed himself to have walked the edge between life and death hundreds, even thousands of times, finally understood the weight of the word "death."
He did not doubt in the slightest
That he would die!
If he died in the game just now, then so be it. It had only been an Illusion Realm.
But this was reality!
Death here meant real death!
If this Ghost Buddha before him merely blew a breath, not even a trace of his soul would remain!
Thus, though he possessed all his cultivation at this moment, he was hundreds, thousands of times more terrified than when he had been unarmed in the Illusion Realm!
"I... I..."
Overwhelmed by terror, Revered Netherworld Soul's snot and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
Three meters away from him, the Ghost Buddha slightly raised its head, a trace of mockery curling across its lips.
That expression clearly looked down upon him as it asked:
Would he bow, or would he not?
With a thud.
Revered Netherworld Soul dropped to his knees, his mind having already abandoned all thought.
Driven by his instinct to survive, there was only one thing he could do—
Kowtow.
Not devout