"What will help?"
Chen Xuan froze, failing to react for a moment.
Then, realization struck him!
"Good!"
After replying with a single word, Chen Xuan flew straight into the depths of the Ancient Divine Boat.
The situation was urgent!
To turn the tide, he had to give his full support!
Meng Zhirong was a woman after all. A peach-red blush spread across her lovely face before she followed him inside.
"Eh?"
Their behavior caught the attention of the gathered immortals, who began conversing through voice transmissions.
"Big Sister Yu'er, what is Husband going in there to do?"
"Probably something shameful."
"Ah? At a time like this?"
"Sister Meng is an Underworld expert. Since she invited him now, there must be a reason!"
"All right... I hope they can turn the situation around!"
Aboard the Ancient Divine Boat, the immortals all understood without speaking.
At that moment, the incomparably massive Pitch-Black Sarira shuddered, its surface spreading like ink bleeding through water.
Gradually, an image emerged upon its surface—a Buddhist high monk seated beneath a bodhi tree.
Though this high monk was seen only from behind, his true appearance hidden, he radiated an overbearing aura where Buddha and demon coexisted, much like the Buddhist Immoveable Wisdom King.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The dazzling Three Lives Stone trembled like a great heart pulsing and throbbing.
The Dao rhythm it emitted grew ever denser and more surging, all of it drawn in and devoured by the Pitch-Black Sarira without end!
Gradually, a twisted, eerie black cloud appeared above the Three Lives Stone, actually altering certain changes in space and time...
The black cloud churned, countless pitch-black runes flashing within it. They gradually formed an obscure and incomprehensible demonic art that contained the profound essence of the Demonic Dao!
Even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree retreated,