Mandala fell into a deep sleep. Her body was already covered in thorns that emanated an eerie aura.
Yet these thorns let out heart-rending wails, like evil spirits in hell suffering horrifying punishment.
Streams of Pure Spirit Energy surged forth. Wherever they passed, the thorns withered away, losing their vitality inch by inch. Though the thorns struggled desperately, it was utterly useless.
Liu Xi stood with his hands behind his back and said with a light smile, "It reminded you of yourself."
Bodhi nodded, his gaze falling upon Mandala, who was covered in thorns. "She is luckier than I was. She gained a soul much earlier, and this curse that clings to her like gangrene is so much like mine..."
"Her true form is an ancient mandrake, planted long ago by the Heavenly Emperor. Since we have encountered her, it is only right to lend a hand. It is merely a small effort."
Liu Xi solemnly revealed Mandala's origins. The Heavenly Emperor had once perished together with a Demon Emperor ranked among the top ten of the Outer Realm Evil Clan. To the Great Thousand World, his merits were immeasurable.
After a pause, he smiled and said, "I am going to refine pills. The commotion will likely be considerable, so I came to ask you to help protect me."
"Mm!" Bodhi nodded, naturally having no reason to refuse.
Unlike Liu Xi, he did not know the history of the Great Thousand World. He simply felt that Mandala had suffered the same fate as he had and wanted to help her.
Bodhi was now a Heaven Supreme. After Gather Spirit, his strength was outstanding even among Heaven Supremes.
The newly condensed Bodhi Seed was far more effective than before. Faced with Pure Spirit Energy, the curse on Mandala's body naturally had