I am Duan De, from the Yin-Yang Sect

The chanting was solemn and majestic, growing ever more resounding.

Through an unseen connection of power, the strange green hair covering the Dacheng Sacred Body began to show faint signs of receding. Yet after only a moment, it swiftly surged back.

The human Great Saint was not discouraged. Instead, delight appeared on his face.

The ominousness that even the Dacheng Sacred Body could do nothing about had to be exceptionally troublesome.

There was no fear of a backlash—only fear that there would be no response at all.

If it could be moved, there was hope.

On his first attempt, he had already managed to suppress the corpse hair briefly. If they brought the sacred body back to Merak's ancestral court, then the Merak Three Saints, three Great Saints, could join forces and use the power of the Duren Scripture to cleanse away the baleful force day and night.

If one year was not enough, then ten years. If ten years were not enough, then a hundred. If a hundred years were not enough, then...

At most, within a thousand years, the Dacheng Sacred Body's sacred corpse would be free of defilement and able to rest in peace.

"Holy Son, my mind is made up. Use the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar to take away the Dacheng Sacred Body. Suppress the anomaly with the pressure of an ultimate weapon. Once we return to the ancestral court, us old fellows will handle everything."

Old Madman stopped reciting the Duren Scripture and gave his orders in a deep voice.

Ye Fan nodded, forming hand seals and flicking several fingers in succession.

The ancient, unadorned clay lid floating above the pair slowly turned upside down.

The deep-black mouth of the jar gleamed with crystalline divine light, erupting with countless black rays that swallowed the ancient