Unlike the Blood Curse Sanskrit Sound Zhou You had used, which could only utter a single word, the real thing spoke six words in a smooth, unbroken sentence without the slightest strain. It had even transformed them from a "True Word" into a "Buddhist spell."
The next moment.
It was as if that sentence were all that remained in the entire world.
The wilderness, the caravan, the human skins, the Old Daoist, Zhou You, White Dew Spitting Catkins—everything seemed to become pure nothingness. Between heaven and earth, only those six words existed, and nothing else.
It took Zhou You a full two or three minutes to come back to his senses. Suddenly, he felt two warm streams run from the corners of his eyes. When he wiped them away, he saw that they were bright red.
At the same time, his Sanity had dropped by more than twenty points.
Such was the terrifying power of a single strike.
He hadn't even been the intended target. All he'd suffered was the shockwave, weakened by the system's restrictions.
"No, seriously. This thing's basically a bug..."
If Zhou You had been affected that badly, there was no need to mention White Dew Spitting Catkins, which had taken the attack head-on. The flower that had just bloomed vanished in an instant—and that wasn't all.
A pitiful howl rang out from beneath Zhou You's feet. It sounded as if something in the soil had been gravely wounded and could do nothing but scream in agony.
But White Dew Spitting Catkins had dared to rob Tai Sui Star Lord's caravan. It couldn't be killed so easily. Its howls grew more and more frantic, then the cracked earth churned, and a tender shoot suddenly burst through the ground.
Then came ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...