The two followed the plan and doubled back once more, only taking a different route this time and sneaking in from another direction.
This person's ability resembled spiritual power, though it differed slightly.
Under the cover of this special energy, not a trace of their aura leaked out. Even that Buddha could not sense them. Of course, that was also because Lingshan's cultivation methods did not focus on spiritual power.
If it had been the Heavenly Court, even if his ability inherently blocked perception, he would likely have been exposed immediately.
Constantly evading the patrolling Buddhist soldiers, the two finally made their way to the heart of Lingshan.
A crack had already appeared on the mountain, but it was slowly and continuously healing. Clearly, the mountain itself was no ordinary thing.
"Something's changed."
"The ability is consuming a little too much. It might be a minute earlier than we estimated."
"What do we do?"
The man frowned slightly and spoke quickly.
Mao Yong'an froze for a moment before replying, "Continue."
As he spoke, he calmly placed a piece of Zhang Xiao's specially made metal into the crack and pushed it deeper inside.
Then came the second piece, then the third.
As chunks of metal disappeared into the crack, the man's face grew increasingly pale. His arms continued to rot away, and the energy shrouding them both gradually became unstable.
Yet Mao Yong'an behaved as though he saw none of it, continuing with his task.
"Go!"
"That extra minute will cost you your life!"
The man was becoming anxious.
Mao Yong'an still seemed not to hear him, though his hands moved slightly faster.
At last, after wavering several times, that thin layer of energy finally vanished, completely exposing their auras.
At that instant, the last Buddha stationed at Lingshan immediately locked