That meaty monk had become the Western Church's chief Buddha Venerable, yet he was still so unreliable. Fortunately, I was the only one reading the communicator's messages. If Ci Ye saw them, she might have to revise her opinion of him. I replied, "Come quickly," then put away the communicator.
Under our control, the treasure ship headed toward the location Yuan Ci had designated. Along the way, Western Church black demon soldiers were everywhere. It seemed the rumors that the Western Church had fallen were true. This blackened demonic aura was truly like a zombie virus—once it touched someone, that person turned bad. If it continued spreading like this, the Ancient God Realm would surely be completely doomed. We had to deal with them at the source first.
"This blackened aura can drive people mad. Are there any treasures, or perhaps a way to alter one's meridians, that could make everyone immune to this black demonic aura, or even let them draw nourishment from it?" I suddenly asked Dongfang Fu. After all, if that were possible, it would mean the problem of the blackened demonic aura could be solved completely.
"Heh heh, your method is indeed not bad, but do you really think a problem that hasn't been solved in several thousand years can be overcome with your idea? Many people have tried your approach—altering their meridians and spells to adapt to this blackened demonic aura—but it's impossible. So far, no aura has been found that can counteract it. There are countless auras in heaven and earth, but only a few broad categories, all evolved from innate qi. After several thousand years of study, the True Immortals of the Nine Heavens concluded that this should be a new kind of innate qi. It had existed for many years, but suddenly