A few days later.
Jinzang Temple.
Over the past few months, the frequency of all manner of bizarre incidents and monster appearances had risen dramatically.
As a result, most of Jinzang Temple's combat power had been dispatched to suppress disasters in various places and maintain the existing order.
At this moment.
Within the empty main hall.
Only Saint Monk Duxin, the presiding abbot and a figure as steady as a needle calming the sea, had not acted rashly.
He sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion, his back to the buddha statue behind him, solemnly chanting the scriptures.
Each word he uttered carried a peculiar power.
As the surrounding air continuously trembled, strands of resplendent Buddhist light emerged in midair.
Making the entire hall appear like the Holy Land of the Buddha Realm brought into the mortal world!
Not far before Saint Monk Duxin was a suspended curtain of water formed from clear water.
What it displayed was none other than a scene from some distant region, where a group of monks and another group of people were attempting to join forces and subdue a bizarre monster.
However, the opponent they faced—perhaps due to luck, or perhaps for some other reason—
Very unfortunately.
Was precisely the Ozhaki Derivative that had appeared in the previous chapter.
Thus, the two sides were locked in an exceptionally fierce battle!
At the very least.
That was how it looked.
With any casual movement from either side, they could trigger scenes of mountains collapsing and earth splitting!
After Saint Monk Duxin watched that distant battlefield while finishing his recitation of the Buddhist scriptures, he sighed and asked without turning his head:
"They are truly locked in an inseparable struggle..."
"May I ask which side Your Excellency believes will claim the final victory?"
As his calm, composed