Battle Pure Heaven Again! "This is..."
Jiang Tian's pupils contracted slightly. He almost instinctively took two steps back, his spine arching faintly.
It was not that he distrusted Dragon-Tiger Venerable. The atmosphere of this place simply felt far too sinister!
Back on Pure World Mountain, the bizarre methods Pure Heaven World-Venerable had displayed had left far too deep a psychological shadow on him, one that had yet to be fully erased.
"Amitabha. Dragon-Tiger, you have come."
A low, aged voice, as though it had pierced through endless years, rang out without warning in the silent space.
Jiang Tian's heart jumped, and he abruptly looked toward the sound. Directly ahead, an old monk clad in a worn cassock had appeared silently at some unknown moment.
His eyes were slightly closed, and two snow-white brows hung from the corners of his eyes, nearly touching the ground like two frozen waterfalls.
Between the old monk's withered fingers, a prayer bead slowly turned. Before him lay a crisscrossed chessboard, densely covered in black and white pieces.
Not a trace of Momentum emanated from the old monk. He seemed like nothing more than an ordinary mortal elder.
But what alarmed Jiang Tian even more was that when he had first entered this bizarre space, his first glance had swept over the area directly ahead. There had clearly been nothing there!
This old monk seemed to have appeared out of thin air!
Behind the old monk stood a colossal Buddha statue that nearly occupied the entire hall, radiating a suffocating pressure.
The statue was covered all over in mottled gold paint. Though it appeared kind and benevolent, Jiang Tian sharply caught a hint of indescribable ferocity lurking deep within its slightly lowered Buddha eyes.
A chill shot from Jiang Tian's tailbone straight to the crown of