No matter what identity Yang Guang had held in the past, from the moment he fell into evil and became a fiend, he had lost everything he once possessed—his bloodline, his glory, even his origins.
At the same time, he had to bear all the weaknesses and flaws of an evil fiend.
For instance, the Sarira suspended directly above the Town Evil Golden Hall, spinning round and round as it radiated seven-colored Buddhist light.
This Sarira had been left behind by the Divine Nun Zhi Xian, who had once raised Yang Jian. It could even restrain evil fiends at the realm of Gods and Devils. Yang Guang was, at most, a soul form. Had he still been an emperor, the Sarira naturally could not have done anything to him.
But after becoming an evil fiend, how could he possibly evade the Sarira's power?
Monk Cheng Kong boldly guessed that if Meng Zhao wished to deal with this Yang Guang, who was suspected of having transformed into an evil fiend, he would have to use the Sarira. Relying on his own strength alone, he could not accomplish it.
Moreover, Monk Cheng Kong was deeply puzzled. Meng Zhao was standing right before the Sheji Cauldron, eloquently laying out every one of his conjectures to the crowd. Was he not afraid of alerting the enemy and giving the other party an opening?
Once certain information became known to the enemy, it would become a tremendous blow to one's own side.
The phantom on the Sheji Cauldron was strange as well. Apart from its earlier fury and killing intent, it had made no further movements. Perhaps it was still restraining itself because of the Seven-Colored Glazed World Purifying Sarira, which was why it gave off the impression of putting up a false front.
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