"Immortal-Demon Battlefield!" Lu Xiaotian and the Devil Lord, the Firecloud Monster, and the others exchanged glances. Just hearing the name made it clear this was no benevolent place. It seemed the Devil Lord's journey to the Demon Realm would indeed be fraught with difficulties.
The thick-browed elder answered nearly every question Lu Xiaotian, the Devil Lord, and the others asked. It seemed that after joining forces, the relationship between both sides had drawn much closer.
Yet while answering Lu Xiaotian and the others, the thick-browed elder could not help glancing at the middle-aged nun. Seeing the troubled look on her face, he furrowed his brows deeply.
Lu Xiaotian beckoned with one hand, and a faint white glow sank into his palm. "Are you fellow Daoists waiting for this?"
When they saw the faint white glow enter Lu Xiaotian's hand, the thick-browed elder and the others' expressions changed drastically one after another.
"How dare you!" The middle-aged nun was instantly enraged and alarmed. With a wave of her hand, the whisk threads shot toward Lu Xiaotian like rain filling the sky.
Lu Xiaotian pressed his left palm forward into the empty air. Several sariras formed a small circle in his palm, sending ripples spreading layer upon layer. When the whisk threads touched the white light, they seemed to have fallen into it. It was no longer easy for them to pull themselves free.
"What an incredible Buddhist ability. You're a Buddhist cultivator!" The thick-browed elder's heart jolted as he watched, though suspicion soon crept into his eyes. Since Lu Xiaotian was a Buddhist cultivator and had mastered such formidable Buddhist abilities, he was surely a core inheritor of the Buddhist sect. If so, why had he secretly crossed over here? It was truly bizarre.
"What kind of person I am has