Esoteric Mantra

While deeply lamenting the importance of money, Zhou Qing prepared to forcefully use the outer formation to activate the Heavenly Gods and Demons Array within the saber, intending to absorb the death qi from the Golden Silkworm.

Continuously changing hand seals, Zhou Qing was drenched in sweat. When the Second Primordial Spirit was present, activating this array was effortless and agile, as easy as breathing. Now, it was more than ten times harder. Zhou Qing thought to himself, It seems I need to cultivate my main body more in the future. But cultivating the main body to the Transformation Stage is no easy feat. Without profound techniques and the help of spiritual elixirs, it would take at least two hundred years of arduous effort. Zhou Qing shook his head, dispelling the distracting thoughts, and poured all his True Essence into activating the twelve command flags. It was like pushing a massive boulder. Zhou Qing's eyes widened, veins bulging on his body. The True Essence in his Dantian was almost completely drained before the twelve command flags slowly began to revolve around the hilt of the two-headed wolf saber.

Streams of spiritual light shot out from the command flags, wrapping around the saber hilt like spider silk. Zhou Qing ignored everything else, sat cross-legged on the ground, and focused on recovering his True Essence. The spiritual light grew more and more abundant, until the saber hilt was no longer visible. An invisible pressure formed a vortex, gathering energy of a different nature from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through the twelve command flags, transforming it into streams of multicolored spiritual light.

Buzz! A low hum emanated from the saber. The four eyes of the two-headed wolf glowed intensely green. The streams of spiritual light were completely absorbed, and the twelve command flags, losing their support, clattered to the ground. The Blood-Devouring Divine Saber then automatically shot out from the ground, hovering in the air. Streams of blood-red light enveloped the entire Cultivation Room. The death and malevolent qi on the Golden Silkworm, upon encountering the blood-red light, stirred restlessly, with a faint tendency to converge towards the saber.

Zhou Qing rejoiced, It really works! Although this array is fully suppressing the energy of the Seven Treasures Mystical Tree Staff, if I give it a boost, it should be able to spare some effort! A piercing ghost cry came from the Golden Silkworm! The viscous blood formed by the Blood Demon Killing Curse condensed into a mass, gathering at the Golden Silkworm's head, stubbornly resisting the absorption of the blood-red light. The mass of blood continuously morphed into strange shapes like demons, skeletons, and scythes, astonishing Zhou Qing. It's truly powerful. If my main body were hit by this curse, then! Then... Zhou Qing dared not think further.

Finally, the Blood Demon Killing Curse proved slightly inferior. After all, its reputation as the Demonic Dao's foremost killing array was not for nothing. The Tianxuan Blood Demon was powerful, but it couldn't compare to the Demonic Dao master who created the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber back then. The Blood Demon Killing Curse transformed into a blood clot the size of a fist and flew into the saber, where it was consumed as a supplement by the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber. Zhou Qing, overjoyed, quickly stepped forward to check if his Golden Silkworm had sustained any damage, completely oblivious to the strange situation of the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber hovering in the air.

At this moment, the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber's blood-red light receded, revealing its dark, ancient, and unadorned blade. Runes flashed across the blade, which had been hidden by the blood-red light, as if two entities were fighting within. Zhou Qing was fully focused on refining his damaged Primordial Spirit Golden Silkworm. If he had noticed, he would have been greatly alarmed. The two energies within had reached their limit. After thousands of years of struggle, the energy from the Seven Treasures Mystical Tree Staff was no longer as vast as before. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Gods and Demons Array within the saber continuously absorbed new energy from the outside. However, because that energy was too pure, it could never be eliminated, leading to a stalemate. Just now, the Heavenly Gods and Demons Array's absorption of the death qi from the Blood Demon Killing Curse was the final straw that broke the camel's back!

Gradually, the energy of the Seven Treasures Mystical Tree Staff was expelled. Zhou Qing finally felt that something was wrong. As soon as he withdrew his Primordial Spirit, he discovered the situation and was utterly terrified. This was disastrous. If that energy were to erupt, let alone his house, nothing within a ten-mile radius would be spared. The power of an ancient supreme treasure was immense. While saying it could destroy heaven and earth might be an exaggeration, it could certainly destroy a thousand-mile radius with a single strike. Even though it was just a small amount of energy, Zhou Qing could feel the immense explosive power it contained.

With a flick of his incantation, the twelve command flags that had fallen to the ground floated up again. By now, Zhou Qing had recovered his strength, and wielding them was effortless. However, when it came to containing that energy, it was not so easy. Golden

Streams of light flowed from the saber, converging in the air into a mass of golden liquid. Boundless pressure emanated from the liquid. Zhou Qing drove the Heavenly Gods and Demons Array to its full capacity to suppress the pressure within the golden liquid, preventing it from erupting. The two sides were locked in a stalemate when the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber, hovering in the air, whether driven by instinct or something else, saw the bane that had troubled it for a thousand years. With a long cry, the saber shattered space and bizarrely appeared within Zhou Qing's Heavenly Gods and Demons Array. This Blood-Devouring Divine Saber was the progenitor of the Heavenly Gods and Demons Array; Zhou Qing's incomplete array could not possibly withstand it.

Seeing the mass of golden liquid within the array, the Blood-Devouring Divine Saber seemed to have found an irreconcilable enemy. Its saber energy surged, and it fiercely slashed down. Zhou Qing had calculated everything except for this calamity. His mind went blank as he watched the golden liquid erupt. Buzz! A Brahma sound rang out. An object within the wall, as if subjected to immense pressure, surprisingly broke through the air and flew out. Just as the golden energy was about to erupt, the object, like a great whale absorbing water, whoosh! whoosh! sucked up all the golden energy and spun in the air. The Blood-Devouring Divine Saber also clattered to the ground, its own spiritual intelligence completely wiped out by that last strike. It had reverted to being a mere inanimate weapon.

In an instant, Zhou Qing experienced a journey from hell to heaven, feeling as if he had lived through an age. He regained consciousness and looked at the object spinning in the air. Wasn't it his own **? Ever since seeing the Gouchen Heavenly Book, Zhou Qing had understood that the inscriptions on the ** were not ancient Sanskrit at all, but ancient Yao script. Although he didn't know why this Buddhist artifact was related to the ancient Yao, Zhou Qing knew that this dharma wheel was no ordinary item. He had even examined it carefully. However, the materials used to make the ** were extremely ordinary; it was just a bronze artifact. Apart from the sound it made when spinning, which had a calming and stabilizing effect, Zhou Qing could find no other clues.

The ** spun faster and faster, eventually turning into a blur. Theoretically, such rapid rotation should have created a strong wind. The strange thing was that not only did Zhou Qing feel no wind, but the air around the ** showed no signs of movement, giving him the illusion that the ** was spinning in another dimension.

Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum. Six grand voices emanated from the **, deafening Zhou Qing's ears and making the surrounding walls tremble. Even Liao Xiaojin, who was eating, was startled and jumped up, "What's going on! What is this sound?"

Clack! The Little Fox was knocked unconscious. Zhou Chen also let out a cry, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Liao Xiaojin was confused by the series of events. "Sister! What's wrong? Why are you suddenly injured?" Liao Xiaojin asked Zhou Chen.

"This is the supreme demon-subduing mantra of Buddhist Esoteric Buddhism. We Yao are most susceptible to it. Fortunately, it's not directed specifically at us, so its power is limited. My sister is just knocked out; it's nothing serious. Judging by the sound, it seems to be coming from Master's cultivation chamber," Zhou Chen said weakly.

"By rights, I'm also a vampire, which counts as a Yao, so why hasn't it affected me at all? Could it be that this mantra only works on Chinese Yao and not abroad? Also, I never knew Master practiced Buddhist magic! Is he hiding his true strength?" Liao Xiaojin was filled with doubt.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qing was captivated by a peculiar event.