Bone Relic Buddha Light

It took Yang An several breaths of rest before he finally had the strength to catch his breath.

Blood was still seeping continuously from his right palm, though fortunately not too quickly. After recovering a little strength, he immediately found a piece of cloth and wrapped the wound to stop himself from losing more blood. Only then did he look at the chaotic scene inside the room.

Several piles of black ash left behind by the burned demon corpses had already been scattered by the wind blowing in from outside, leaving filth all over the floor.

Yet Yang An's gaze was drawn to something within one of those piles of ash.

It was an irregular white object the size of a thumbnail, looking rather like a stone.

Its contrast against the surrounding black ash made it stand out at a glance.

What was this?

Yang An paused, then curiously reached out and picked the object up from the ground.

"Bone Relic: An accidental byproduct of a monk's devout cultivation of Buddhism. It contains Buddhist truth; when fused with flesh and bone, it may give rise to Buddha Light, blessing the user and warding off all evil.

Cost of use: Upon fusing with the Bone Relic, one must observe the Eight Precepts. Break one, and the bone shatters and the person dies.

Status: Can be purified!"

The instant he touched it, an information panel popped up before Yang An's eyes.

Seeing the name of the object, Yang An could not help but freeze.

He knew of sarira—remains produced when eminent monks of great Mana entered nirvana after death. Legend had it that they contained exceptionally profound and exquisite Buddhist essence.

But this Bone Relic was something he had never heard of before. Such a thing actually existed. Though the names were different, they seemed to be much the same.

Without much thought, Yang An chose to purify it.

A faint warm current seemed to flash across his hand, vanishing in an instant.

Then, the information on the Bone Relic changed.

"Bone Relic: An accidental byproduct of a monk's devout cultivation of Buddhism. It contains Buddhist truth; when fused with flesh and bone, it may give rise to Buddha Light, blessing the user and warding off all evil.

Cost of use: None.

Status: Purified!"

Whether it was an illusion or not, Yang An suddenly felt that the Bone Relic in his hand had lost some of its baleful air compared to before, gaining a measure of flawless purity instead.

It was as though it had become a spotless, immaculate pearl.

Only after the cost of using it had been completely removed did Yang An inspect it closely, considering how he was supposed to use this Bone Relic.

Having experienced the formidable power of the Lighting Method, he now craved things like this that could restrain demons even more.

After all, in this world, surviving was truly difficult without the means to protect one's life.

He thought for a moment and quickly came up with an idea.

He had read quite a few novels in his previous life. Treasures with strange abilities like this were generally claimed by dripping blood onto them, creating a wondrous connection between oneself and the object.

Yang An immediately decided to give it a try, unwrapping the cloth around his palm.

The wound on his hand was still oozing blood, though much more slowly now. Yang An simply placed the Bone Relic directly over it.

As the Bone Relic came into contact with the blood, before Yang An could see what changes would occur, it suddenly vanished before his eyes in the blink of an eye.

Yang An lightly clenched his palm. His hand was already empty; the Bone Relic had indeed disappeared.

That fast?

He was somewhat surprised.

At that moment, a warm sensation suddenly spread through his body. Every pore on his body seemed as though something was about to emerge from within.

Yang An looked at his hands. Wisps of mist-like vapor slowly rose from the surface of his skin, accompanied by a faint strange fragrance.

In merely a single breath, once Yang An's entire body was cloaked in a layer of mist, a pale white light ignited that mist like flame.

The formless abruptly became tangible, filled with holiness.

Just like that, Yang An was enveloped in a layer of incomparably gentle light. The light grew increasingly solid, gathering from its initial pale whiteness and contracting until it finally appeared behind Yang An's head, forming a pure white ring radiating light as bright as a 300,000-watt lamp. It instantly illuminated the entire room.

With this sense of déjà vu, if not for the lack of a pair of pure white wings, Yang An would almost have thought he had become an angel, suffused with an air of holiness and majesty.

"Is this Buddha Light?"

Beneath the radiance of that ring, his entire body was shrouded in light, filled with a profound warmth.

The weakness from having lost so much blood only moments ago slowly receded within the embrace of that light.

The ring behind his head also seemed to be freely controllable at his will.

With a thought from Yang An, the ring shifted from behind his head to his palm. When he gently clenched his hand, he grasped the ring as if it were solid.

Examining the white-glowing ring closely, Yang An suddenly had the urge to throw this ring of Buddha Light out and smash someone with it. That seemed like a decent attack method too, though he did not know how powerful it would be.

But after only thinking about it, Yang An ultimately dismissed the idea of trying.

This was not the time for experiments, nor was there an enemy available to test the power of the Buddha Light ring. His immediate priority was to shut the doors and windows first, lest he attract more demons.

As long as he could safely make it through tonight, once dawn came, he would find a way to leave Jiu Nan Town. He could not remain here any longer.

Yang An's physical condition also seemed to have recovered considerably. With a thought, he put away the Buddha Light. The ring instantly vanished from his hand, and the room returned to its former dimness, leaving only the flames within the Blood Bowl swaying as they cast a red glow utterly incomparable to the Buddha Light.

Before long, Yang An shut the doors and windows, then sat back down on the bed and let out a long breath.

At the same time, atop a rooftop somewhere outside.

"He isn't in the False Eater Realm! He's in the Origin Feeder Realm! I misjudged him!"

In the darkness, Pan Shi's voice slowly rang out.

"Four False Eater Realm demons attacked together, and one of them had even reached the peak of the False Eater Realm. Yet not a single one escaped. Only someone in the Origin Feeder Realm could accomplish that!"

"I never expected Jiu Nan Town to be hiding an Origin Feeder Realm expert. Even White Buddha Temple failed to discover him. This person's background is likely far from ordinary, but what purpose could he have in hiding in Jiu Nan Town?"

Hearing the slight excitement in Pan Shi's voice, Pan Yu could not help rolling her three eyeballs.

No matter how strong he is, what does that have to do with you? Is there any need to get this excited?

"Junior sister, you saw it too, didn't you? The earlier firelight and that white light just now—both possessed an upright, grand aura. I have never seen such pure aura on any other cultivator, one untouched by even a trace of turbid energy. This person's origins are absolutely extraordinary. He may very well be a direct disciple of some great orthodox sect!"

Pan Shi speculated as he spoke. The more he considered it, the more likely it seemed, and the stronger his interest became.

Pan Yu, at the side, could no longer bear to watch and hurriedly reminded him:

"Senior Brother, now that those demons are gone, shouldn't we leave this place as soon as possible?"

Pan Shi had said earlier that once the demons left, the two of them would leave and escape Jiu Nan Town as quickly as they could, heading for the location of the Communal Feast Convention.

Pan Yu had no idea what madness had suddenly seized her Senior Brother. Why did he seem to have no intention of leaving?

Hearing his junior sister's words, Pan Shi unexpectedly shook his head without hesitation.

"Don't rush, junior sister. A little more time makes no difference. If he truly is a direct disciple in the Origin Feeder Realm from a great orthodox sect, he is someone one can scarcely meet in ordinary times. If we can make his acquaintance, it may well benefit our cultivation. We cannot let such an opportunity slip through our fingers."

"Senior Brother, what are you planning to do?"

Pan Yu had not expected Pan Shi to grow more animated the longer he spoke. He truly was not planning to leave.

"Of course, we must go meet this fellow Daoist. Since we encountered him here, it is fate. We ought to pay him a visit; we cannot be lacking in courtesy."

As he spoke, Pan Shi grabbed Pan Yu by the arm. Before she could react, he immediately leaped down from the rooftop with her.

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