The reason he bore the title Ghost Monk was likely because he had encountered some opportunity in the past and inherited Buddhist methods.
Bai Xiang said this and raised his hand. A formation diagram appeared out of thin air before Ye Tian, blocking the attack for him.
"Looks like he's getting serious. Go arrange for those juniors to move farther away first. A Heavenly Dao Battle is no longer something they can watch."
Bai Xiang said gravely.
His sleeves fluttered without wind, their cuffs swelling as though heaven and earth were brewing within them. The chains formed from runes now coiled around his arms.
Countless formation circles were also imprinted in the void around him, emitting faint light as they gathered strength, all directed at the Ghost Monk.
The latter, meanwhile, wore a solemn, treasure-like expression. His palms were pressed together as he continued chanting Buddhist scriptures, looking exactly like a Guardian Vajra of the Buddhist faith.
As the Buddhist scriptures were chanted, tiny golden lotuses slowly drifted down from the void, carrying the imagery of "a tongue blooming with lotuses."
The two faced each other, their auras seeming to divide heaven and earth into two halves in the invisible air, utterly irreconcilable as fire and water.
"Retreat a hundred li in every direction!"
Ye Tian merely stepped back a few paces before transmitting his voice to the Fuxi Clan.
No one said anything more. They immediately obeyed Ye Tian's instructions and honestly withdrew beyond a hundred li.
Though their realms fell short of those two Heavenly Dao Experts, they could clearly sense the destructive aura emanating from them. It was certainly something they could not withstand.
Such a battle was perhaps a once-in-a-thousand-years sight, but their lives mattered more. Without the strength to protect themselves from the battle's aftermath,