Great Buddha Xuan Zhen saw that Su Mo was the person with the lowest cultivation here, possessing only the Martial Venerable realm eighth layer, so he spoke up.
It was not that he was a saintly good person, but rather that he understood the dangers of the Dream Ancient Forbidden Area. The possibility of martial artists below the Martial Saint realm walking out alive practically did not exist.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If a single sentence could save a life, he naturally would not stint his words.
Thus, he casually offered a word of advice.
Hearing Great Buddha Xuan Zhen's words, everyone's gazes simultaneously fell upon Su Mo.
Many people wore expressions of disdain. A Martial Venerable realm eighth layer martial artist actually still wanted to enter the Dream Ancient Forbidden Area—was this not courting death?
Aside from Su Mo, the lowest cultivation here was the Half-Saint realm, and they were Half-Saints with powerful combat strength, numbering only a sparse few.
"Many thanks for the Master's warning. This subordinate has never feared danger!" Su Mo cupped his fists toward Great Buddha Xuan Zhen. The other party reminding him was also out of kindness.
"Amitabha, since the benefactor is determined to do so, then pray for your own blessings!" Great Buddha Xuan Zhen brought his palms together and sighed softly.
Immediately, he no longer spoke further, quietly waiting for the tidal period to arrive.
The crowd ignored Su Mo, but many of them harbored misgivings toward Great Buddha Xuan Zhen and the other nine.
Time flowed on. The crowd did not wait too long; in merely a short half-shichen, the fierce winds blowing from within the space crack suspended high in the high sky diminished to a certain degree and stopped their weakening momentum.
Swish,