Facing Xiangliu's furious rebuke and the hostile stares of everyone present, Dizang remained calm, his eyes utterly unruffled. He neither defended nor argued, and only a solemn Dao voice echoed through the underworld:
"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and you shall reach the shore."
The instant his words fell, a perfect, crystalline golden Dharma ring abruptly blossomed around Dizang.
Golden light surged forth, pure and unsullied, blanketing the entire dark underworld battlefield.
Wherever the golden light touched, those elusive nightmare creatures instantly let out incomparably shrill wails.
Their illusory bodies were restrained by this power. One after another, they were exposed with nowhere to hide, then vanished into smoke in an instant, dispersing into the void.
The remaining nightmare creatures froze where they stood. Their phantom bodies trembled faintly, and deep fear and wariness flooded their eyes. None of them dared to rush forward recklessly again.
This utterly overturning scene also left the Witch Clan and Asura Clan present in great astonishment.
Xiangliu stared blankly at the figure bathed in golden light ahead. His fury and hostility instantly dissipated by more than half, and he muttered in a low voice, "How could this be... He's actually helping us? Hasn't the Western Religion already betrayed the Primordial Wilderness?"
Dizang swept his gaze over the devastated battlefield and the countless dead and wounded members of the Witch Clan and Asura Clan. His tone was sincere. "Rest assured, fellow Daoists. I have never harbored even the slightest intention of betraying the Primordial Wilderness. I have methods to restrain these nightmare monstrosities and can help you break this deadlock and repel the enemy."
Yet there were still words in his heart that he had not spoken.
He too found it hard to believe that his master Jieyin and his martial uncle