When the demon spoke, its voice was surprisingly clear and pleasant, extremely soothing to the ear.
Besides its armor, it wore an old-style grand Zen robe woven with gold thread and studded with gemstones.
Chen Chuan was in no hurry to make a move. He had more than just the demon before him to deal with.
He said calmly, "Whose ultimate bliss is this? Sending you here is probably not for the ultimate bliss of the world's people, but the ultimate bliss of demons."
The demon smiled faintly. "The Land of Ultimate Bliss naturally seeks ultimate bliss. Demon? Devil? Human? What difference does it make?"
As it spoke, the chanting grew louder. More demonic figures emerged from the rift and stood behind it.
They were clearly demons, yet every one of them wore a solemn expression, as if they pitied the people of the world.
But Chen Chuan knew well that although such demons adopted the mannerisms of the Zen Sect, in the eyes of true Chan Practitioners, they were heretical Zen and demonic Zen that had twisted the original Zen principles and preached their own scriptures.
At that moment, through Ling Su's mental transmission, he had the Active Consciousness Entities of Ring Lock Island provide guidance, allowing many Investigation Group members to come up from the rear and occupy the previously empty nodes.
The key to this ritual was that, when facing different enemies, the participants needed to stand in different positions in order to properly unleash its power.
Those who understood how to use rituals could effectively suppress all manner of enemies. Demons like these, which had once appeared in this world, generally had fixed countermeasures.
He asked, "What should I call you?"
The demon smiled. "I was once called Meng Liao, the name of my clan's chief.