Spirit-Magnetism Hundred Apertures

Inside the cave abode, He Ping sat cross-legged in midair. The power of his soul and consciousness merged into his true qi, transforming like spring silkworm silk and rain into countless fine, drifting black threads that moved at his will, darting up and down and winding around the enormous Buddhist Fiend Ghost Hand.

Dense runes floated around the ghost hand. Like shadows, yet also like insects, they gave off a black-red luster as they flowed across the Buddhist Fiend Ghost Hand's black skin. These were the restrictions He Ping had personally laid down.

In truth, the Buddhist Fiend Ghost Hand had not been completely suppressed. An exceedingly powerful force still lingered within it, like a savage dragon that could break through layers upon layers of rune restrictions at any moment, tear through the void, and return to the Buddhist Fiend beyond the bronze gate.

"An da luo yun li he! An hum hum yun da li suo he..."

He Ping abruptly opened his eyes and began chanting the incantation again. His fingers twitched slightly, their afterimages tracing a strange rune through the air. The rune resembled a blood-colored spider. It exploded violently, turning into countless crimson chains that pierced into the enormous ghost hand.

In an instant, one hundred and eight crimson chains filled the void. These blood-colored chains were all formed from runes. Thereafter, at intervals, one chain after another burrowed into the ghost hand and fused into it.

Correspondingly, the Buddhist Fiend Ghost Hand began to shrink continuously. After seven times seven, forty-nine days, he finally succeeded. The Buddhist Fiend Ghost Hand kept shrinking until it was ultimately the size of an ordinary arm.

"Not bad, not bad." Knowing that he had succeeded, He Ping's Severed Ghost Hand broke away at the elbow, and the Buddhist Fiend Ghost