Monk Kong Xuan was both shocked and furious. Not even in his dreams had he imagined he would be forced to such a point.
He could not dodge, and could only sink into the passivity of taking blows.
Even with the divine art of the Vajra Indestructible Body, in the end, he would still find it hard to escape death.
His eyes were filled with venomous hatred. "Brat, remember this. One day, I will extract your soul and refine your spirit."
Before his words had fallen, Buddhist light flashed above his head, and an infant a little over an inch tall emerged.
Yet unlike an ordinary Nascent Soul, this infant's entire body was crimson-gold. Though its small face was full of anger, an aura of solemn, treasure-like dignity still burst forth from it.
Lin Xuan could not help but freeze. A legend surfaced in his mind.
Righteous, demonic, Confucian, and Buddhist—the schools of the immortal path were many, and each possessed tremendous divine abilities, yet their focuses were also vastly different.
The secret arts of the Daoist School were endlessly changeable, the demonic sects excelled in the eerie and profound, and the Confucian Sect had its vast, righteous aura. As for the Buddhist sects, Lin Xuan did not understand much, but the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect could stand at the head of the seven sects, which was enough to show that this school's spells truly had their own unique merits.
Leaving everything else aside, one only had to speak of secret arts related to the Nascent Soul.
Both the Righteous Path and the demonic sects possessed the top-tier art of the Second Nascent Soul. As for its divine abilities, everyone had seen them for themselves, but the Buddhist School did not have such a thing.
However, that did not mean