Time returned to the present.
The head monk's expression had turned utterly grim.
"The rear mountain has fallen too... Caught between attacks from both sides, I doubt the Hall of Mahavira can hold much longer..."
He neither blamed Zhou You nor uttered a word of complaint. Instead, he spoke with his brows tightly furrowed.
"You should prepare in advance. In a moment, we'll force open a path so you and your companions can leave..."
Looking at his face, Zhou You suddenly spoke.
"The Six Desires Demon Lord just said that if you abandon this plan, it'll let everyone in the temple leave with me..."
The head monk immediately scoffed.
"Do you believe that?"
"...Of course not."
The head monk let out a long breath, then revealed that resolute smile again.
"Besides, even if it were sincere, we of Rosy Clouds Temple would never agree." "...Why?"
"What other reason could there be? Because we can't stand that thing's existence!"
Zhou You paused for a few seconds, then suddenly said,
"Actually, I do have another option."
The head monk scratched his bald head and spoke.
"At a time like this, what other option could there be? And don't worry. All the monks here practice a secret art. As long as we're within the Ten-Direction Dharma Realm, even death won't send our souls into the Six Desires Demon Lord."
"No, that's not what I meant." Zhou You pointed at the enemies at the temple gates. "I have a way to hold these things back—though not for long. And you still have enough experts. Why don't we switch places? You go stop those martial artists at the rear, and I'll guard the gates here. What do you think?"
"...You alone?"
"Yes."
"Against an onslaught that could flatten mountains and fill seas?"
"Of course."
Watching