His voice rose higher and higher, growing ever more fervent.
The Buddhist cultivators around him wore equally fanatical expressions.
They sat cross-legged in the air, palms pressed together as they chanted true words, their faces devout to the extreme.
In their eyes, this grand formation was their final trump card—their hope of turning the tables.
No matter how high Su Tao's cultivation was, he was only one man.
They, however, embodied the will of an entire imperial dynasty.
"Evil Demon, today is the day you die!"
The old man shouted sharply, forming a hand seal before pointing at Su Tao from afar.
"Execute!"
As that single word fell, the entire grand formation thundered into motion.
The tens of thousands of Buddha phantoms struck at once.
Demon-subduing vajras, diamond swords, Dharma conches, precious parasols—countless Dharma treasures poured down like a torrential rain.
Golden chains, nets of light, and true words tightened in from every direction.
The Buddhist chants reached their peak. That sound was no longer merely sound, but a tangible force capable of shattering one's soul.
Everything bore down upon Su Tao.
The sight was magnificent beyond measure.
It was as though heaven and earth themselves had turned against Su Tao.
The smile at the old man's lips grew deeper and deeper.
He seemed already to see Su Tao being suppressed beneath this grand formation, refined away, and utterly erased.
Yet—
Su Tao smiled.
"Stop."
"Evil Demon, what last words do you have?"
The leading old man stared fixedly at Su Tao, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"You can kill me, but the three people beside me are innocent. Could you let them leave?"
"Isn't the Tranquil Heart Imperial Dynasty's creed to deliver all living beings? Surely you won't implicate three ordinary people as well?"
He merely chuckled. His