Chu Sheng could clearly feel an overwhelmingly tyrannical power pouring madly into his body.
At the same time, a strange consciousness was frantically forcing its way into his sea of consciousness.
Everywhere it passed, his mental world—once clear as glass—was instantly veiled in a hazy aura of death.
Combined with what Venerable Chen had said earlier, Chu Sheng understood in an instant.
This so-called descent of the White Bone Bodhisattva was actually possession!
This was his first time encountering such a situation.
Chu Sheng admitted that he was genuinely a little panicked.
Though he had quite a few trump cards and methods, he had never had any experience dealing with possession.
He was not even sure whether his methods would work against this consciousness.
All he could do was gather every shred of his divine sense within his sea of consciousness and resist the invasion of that strange consciousness with all his strength.
Just as Chu Sheng's mind was stretched taut and he was gritting his teeth to hold on, the ground beneath the Dustfall Sect suddenly began to shake violently.
"Rumble—rumble—"
Dull thunderous roars came from underground, and a massive fissure split open across the Dustfall Sect's plaza.
Immediately afterward, countless people in white robes and masks surged up from beneath the ground like a tide, densely filling the entire sky.
In midair, the white-robed man who had been gripping Chen Bufan by the collar suddenly released him.
"Thud!"
Chen Bufan crashed heavily to the ground, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain. He merely stared blankly upward at Chu Sheng, who was enveloped in blood-colored light.
"Bald... so what the Bodhisattva really wanted was just someone bald..."
The other white-robed figures first looked at one another in bewilderment.
But only moments later, that shock was replaced by