Power Perfection

"In Nameless Old Mountain Temple, what we guard is the Great Vehicle Buddha's Left Arm." Seeing He Zhao repeatedly promise, Dunjzhu sighed, then told him everything he knew.

"Its left arm has the ability to make Fierce Specters enter a sealed state. In modern terms, it crashes them, shuts them down. Black-fog Lesser Specters, blood-fog Great Specters, purple-fog Specter Kings—once they come into contact with it, there's no escaping it.

"Of course, it isn't absolute. They can't stay crashed forever. If a Lesser Specter wants to revive, without a hundred years, it'll be hard. If it's a Great Specter, a few years, ten-odd years, are all possible.

"But Specter Kings are different. In most cases, it's one day. The shortest is at least half a double-hour. Forget one double-hour—even if it's only a quarter-hour, a few minutes.

"What is a Dharmapala without a Specter King at his side worth? Never mind people of the same level. Even if it's a cultivator one stage lower, if they want to kill a Dharmapala without a Specter King, at most it'll just take a little effort."

A Divine Artifact!

In an instant, the words [Divine Artifact] flashed through the Famous Ruthless Person's mind.

This thing was practically an existence that dealt a dimensional strike. But why had such a useful Great Vehicle Buddha's Left Arm been sealed away in some nameless old mountain in Shangyang City?

"Are you thinking that our Bufa Temple left it unused, and that it's truly a reckless waste of heaven's gifts?" the Abbot of Nameless Old Mountain Temple asked with a smile when he saw his expression.

"There must be a reason." He was very wary about this. He did not think he was supremely intelligent while everyone else under heaven was a complete fool or halfwit.

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