Even after the voice rang out, the crushing pressure on Ye Chen did not ease in the slightest. The Bodhisattva looked toward the golden light, but secretly continued casting spells, increasing the pressure on Ye Chen.
"Please, Bodhisattva, do not be angered." The voice rang out again. Ye Chen could still hear it but could not see its owner. He had no idea who the speaker was. What was happening now was entirely beyond anything he knew.
The Bodhisattva also looked toward the horizon. Her eyes were far sharper than Ye Chen's, so she quickly spotted the figure in the golden light. The moment she saw the newcomer, she waved her arm.
The pressure on Ye Chen vanished at once, allowing him to straighten up. But then Ye Chen promptly slumped to the ground. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked through.
Ye Chen looked around and saw that, apart from himself and Xuanzang, every official in the palace had stopped moving. The sight was eerie.
Some officials had been rolling on the ground, but their movements had abruptly halted mid-roll, as if they had suddenly been frozen in place.
The rest of the officials lay on the ground in all sorts of strange poses. Every one of them had stopped in the middle of their final movement. At that moment, they were like statues, their facial expressions completely unchanged.
Ye Chen stared in astonishment at the people around him. Everyone had frozen in place, and even the emperor and Wei Zheng were no exception. It seemed the Bodhisattva's spell had done more than simply lift the pressure she had placed on him.
Ye Chen panted heavily and looked toward the golden light on the horizon. But all he could see was the light flickering; his mortal