Back in the secret chamber, Chen Lin immediately took out the Karmic Ring Blade and tried activating it with qi luck force.
The blade reacted at once, but it still was not enough.
This blade seemed to require even more qi luck force than manifesting a line of destiny did. After a moment's thought, Chen Lin took out the fish and shrimp he had caught at Gambling Fortune Lake to replenish his supply.
Although he had few of these qi luck fish left, he had to get to the bottom of his entanglement with Demon-Suppressing Temple. He could not afford to begrudge the expense.
As qi luck force poured into it continuously, the ring blade began to vibrate, giving off waves of fluorescence.
Then Chen Lin noticed what seemed to be an extremely thick, black, threadlike shadow within the area illuminated by the blade's glow. It was hazy and impossible to make out clearly.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The flow of qi luck force immediately broke off, and the ring blade returned to its ordinary appearance.
Inside the Underground Palace deep in the Barrens.
The increasingly withered Old Monk opened his eyes and glanced at the black Buddhist prayer beads trembling faintly inside the earthenware jar before him. A mocking smile appeared on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes again.
Black qi surged around him. He hurriedly began striking the wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures under his breath.
At the same time, within this realm, in other planes, and even in special spaces within the boundless void, countless Soul-Devouring Buddhas pressed their palms together.
Only after a long while did Chen Lin suppress the abnormal condition of his body. He stared at the Karmic Ring Blade in alarm and uncertainty.