"Very good. For a fellow Daoist to be so understanding shows that the root of wisdom is planted deep."
Mahasthamaprapta nodded slightly, then turned to Maitreya, who had been smiling all along.
"Senior brother, that Spirit Treasure in your hand is perfectly suited to this purpose. It can temporarily provide our fellow Daoist with a peaceful, sheltered place."
Maitreya beamed amiably and said kindly to Immortal Chang'er Dingguang, "Fellow Daoist, relax your mind for now. Do not resist.
"This treasure contains a Sumeru Space within it, just right for you to reside in temporarily. Once we leave this land of killing tribulation, we will make further arrangements."
With that, he raised one plump hand, and a streak of golden light flew out from his sleeve, transforming in midair into Golden Cymbals.
The Golden Cymbals opened, and a force of suction came forth.
Immortal Chang'er Dingguang was extremely cooperative. He even took the initiative to withdraw the magic power around his body, allowing the suction to draw him into the Golden Cymbals.
Immediately afterward, the Golden Cymbals closed with a soft click, flew back into Maitreya's palm, spun as they shrank, and were put away by him.
"Another Fated One. How good."
Maitreya stroked the Golden Cymbals, his smile growing brighter.
Yao Shi stood to one side, the contempt in his eyes deepening as he merely said, "The remnants within the array have yet to be cleared. We must continue our work and widely forge good affinities."
At the core of the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, upon the high platform at the eye of the array.
Chaotic currents of Killing Intent and spiritual light mingled together.
Ling Yan's Divine Sense flowed through every corner of the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
She sensed the sharp decline of the aura within it, as