Of course, those who had witnessed Meng Zhao's miracles all along, such as Gan Mingfeng and Xu Tingyun, secretly wondered whether Meng Zhao had accepted the invitation only because he possessed absolute confidence.
After all, in their understanding, Meng Zhao was not a reckless and thoughtless man. Previously, he had even posed as Gan Mingfeng's junior brother while still in the Grandmaster Realm, playing the pig to eat the tiger all the way. In the end, he had truly uncovered a great many secret pieces of information, laying the groundwork for his later sudden uprising.
Therefore, they believed that since Meng Zhao dared to do this, even if he did not have complete certainty, he had at least eighty or ninety percent confidence. The only difference was that they, along with the monster atop the Sheji Cauldron, did not know it.
Monk Cheng Kong hesitated. He had wanted to offer another warning, but when he saw Meng Zhao's cold and piercing gaze, and recalled that he had already entered the Meng Family's service, he knew it would not be a good thing to defy his master.
Left with no choice, he could only sigh softly. Pressing his palms together, he chanted a true scripture. Buddhist light in the form of swastikas emerged from his mouth, linking heaven and earth before finally gathering into an enormous golden beam that shot toward the Seven-Colored Glazed World Purifying Sarira in midair.
That sarira had been left behind by Gods and Devils. It possessed boundless divine might and immeasurable wisdom. Even after countless years of erosion, after countless years spent suppressing fiends and demons, its divine power had not diminished in the slightest. Instead, through subduing demons and vanquishing evil, it had advanced even further.
For an ordinary person to wield and subdue this