"All right!" Luo Zhongting replied excitedly. Then he reminded him, "Once you've absorbed the Fanluo Spiritfire from the Brahma Flame Pool, withdraw at once and put some distance between yourself and it. Otherwise, you may be hurt by the instinctive battle intent of the Buddhist monk. This being came infinitely close to Spirit Transformation, and his methods reached the heavens. Even though his Primordial Spirit has dissipated, the trace of battle instinct left in his body is still no small matter."
Lu Xiaotian nodded. At least until he released Luo Zhongting's soulless body, the two of them were grasshoppers tied to the same boat. Luo Zhongting probably wouldn't lie to him about this.
Even if he spent a few more days cultivating, it wouldn't do much for his cultivation. There was no time to lose. Who knew what unforeseen trouble might arise if they dragged things out for a few more days in this already unstable space?
Rumble!
The entire space seemed to have taken a tremendous blow, shuddering violently several times. The tremors were clearly stronger than before. Lu Xiaotian's expression shifted. He drew a deep breath, then waved his hand, and three enormous cylindrical tree trunks—each several zhang tall and wider than a man's embrace—flew toward the Brahma Flame Pool. The instant they appeared, an aura of peaceful serenity filled the surroundings, lifting the spirits of all who sensed it.
"Silver-Leaf Buddhist Paulownia!" Although Lu Xiaotian had stripped the branches and leaves from the paulownia wood, the moment those three trunks appeared, their peaceful aura was so strong that even Luo Zhongting, inside the Soul-Sealing Pearl, felt it clearly. Seeing such massive specimens of one of the sacred woods of Buddhism, he was astonished. He had absorbed a fragment of Blackfish Ancestor's memories and knew a thing or