313 His Reach Was Too Long

It was a blurred human figure, seated upright upon a throne like an ancient ghostly deity. Even his face was obscured, with only a pair of eyes visible, flickering like faint ghostfire.

The man wore black armor that gleamed with a cold metallic luster. Other than those eyes shining with an eerie light, his entire body was concealed within it.

After lying in wait for so long, He Ping had finally decided to make his move at this moment. Layer upon layer of formations covered the outer perimeter of the Eight Sounds Heavenly Palace. While the "Great Sun Martial Venerable" within the bronze gate made his move, He Ping used the Ten Thousand Demons Alarm Throne to envelop his Yin Spirit and send it into the grand formation. Then, using shadow space, he slipped through.

A cultivator's Yin Spirit was far more powerful than their divine soul, but once it left the body, many divine abilities and spells could no longer be used.

He Ping directly attached his Yin Spirit to Chixinzi's shattered living puppet. The instant his Yin Spirit entered the puppet, he began repairing its puppet body with the Puppet Sect's secret technique.

"Fortunately, Chixinzi's fleshly body had also undergone puppet modification. Even after suffering such heavy damage, it won't make much difference as long as a few parts are replaced..."

Entering the living puppet's body was like entering his own; there was not the slightest discomfort.

"Great Sun Martial Venerable... I thought he was a figure from the ancient myths of the Buddhist sect. I never expected him to truly exist. He was regarded as a guardian deity of Buddhism, yet after death, he became an evil ghost!"

His eyes, flickering with ghostly light, stared fixedly at that strange ghost claw.

"Buddha Fiend is a ferocious evil