This time, Li Su hardened his heart and left it sealed for a full three shichen.
Of course, that was not actually long in this world—especially for mighty cultivators. It was exceedingly brief.
But his divine ability was the Buddha Land, the highest level of a Saint's Dharma.
Its power was nothing ordinary scripture chanting could compare to. In terms of sheer intensity, it was like ten million people chanting sutras into your ears at once. For average people—say, True Immortals or Heavenly Immortals—they would ascend to heaven on the spot within three seconds, cross to the Other Shore, and become the backbone of the Buddhist Sect.
Those with firmer wills could hold on for perhaps a minute at most.
Do not underestimate his present ability to chant scriptures. As a Great Luo-level existence, once he truly employed Buddhist Sect methods, even Taiyi cultivators could not endure them.
After all, the Dao of the Western Two Saints itself possessed an extraordinarily powerful brainwashing effect. When it came to swinging the hoe, if they called themselves second, absolutely no one would dare call themselves first.
One only had to look at the Investiture of the Gods. After one great war, the Interception Sect was destroyed, the Elucidation Sect crippled, and only the West grew fat.
The Elucidation Sect in particular lost four of its Twelve Golden Immortals outright.
Those were first-generation disciples, disciples of a Saint.
Do not bring up how their cultivation was ruined after the Investiture of the Gods. They were not the only four among the Twelve Golden Immortals whose cultivation had been destroyed.
Yet they switched sides.
This was not some company poaching talent. In the Primordial World, the bond between master and disciple stood even higher than a biological father's recognition—blood ties could not compare to