He Zhao stood at the familiar entrance, feeling a rather strange sensation. He had never imagined that when he came to Bufa Temple for the first time on the first timeline, it would actually be to begin a battle with the current Seat Master that had spanned three hundred years and remained unfinished.
"If I could win once, I can win a second time."
With that, he raised his hand and scattered a sheet of golden specks of light. The specks only flashed once before instantly vanishing into nothing, as if they possessed consciousness, each seeking out the monks great and small within the temple.
The thoughts split off from the Possessing Ghoul God landed on their skin and immediately invaded their souls. An irrefusable brand seared itself deep into the souls of everyone present.
Sangji, who was sitting in meditation and chanting sutras in the abbot's room, abruptly opened his tightly shut eyes, and the movements of his hands stopped with them. Frowning, he looked at the golden specks of light that seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows.
The current Seat Master raised a hand and waved. The thoughts of the Possessing Ghoul God seemed to be inflicted with some kind of DEBUFF, their speed slowing down. Perhaps because they were too slow, they looked as if time itself had stopped.
"It looks as if it's some kind of thought carrying a Fierce Specter's command." He straightened up and got down from the couch. After circling the golden speck of thought once, he muttered to himself.
The next instant, white light flashed over his body. He voluntarily removed the golden speck's sluggishness, allowing it to slowly land on his exposed skin. Then the speck turned into a streak of light and shot straight toward his