Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Taking hits passively was no solution; rushing around putting out fires only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

Only by taking the initiative could they eliminate the threat once and for all!"

Lin Chen's tone grew increasingly resolute.

"When we retreated from the Putuo Archipelago before, it was because we weren't prepared.

We didn't know that Cthulhu was hiding within dreams. But now...

Things were different!"

The instant his words fell.

Four purple cards rose before Lin Chen at once.

Four epic-level spiritual pressures erupted within the cramped side hall.

The teacup in Lu Wenshu's hand jolted violently. Scalding tea splashed over the back of his hand, yet he did not notice it at all.

He merely widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the phantom figures that emerged behind Lin Chen.

The first shimmered with rippling waterlight, divine radiance shifting and parting.

It was Xi Shi, who had only just awakened the authority of [Luo Shen].

Dreamlike mist curled around her, as though she might transform into a startled swan and fly away at any moment.

The second churned with clouds and rain, Mount Wu faintly appearing within.

Cao E held the goddess staff, standing atop the phantom silhouettes of the Twelve Peaks.

She controlled an ever-changing dreamscape of clouds and rain.

The third was upright and unyielding, Sword Qi piercing the heavens.

It was Wei Zheng, the Dream Dragon Slayer. Though the iron sword in his hand remained sheathed, the slaying law aimed at dragons, serpents, demons, and evil spirits had already made the surrounding air shriek as if being torn apart.

The fourth reeked of wine, peerless in both poetry and swordsmanship.

Li Bai stood carefree and unrestrained, a colossal Kunpeng phantom beneath his feet.

This was the banished immortal's bearing as he flew through dreams to