The Great Battle Ends
In one-thousandth of a second, He Ping fought with all his might to break through the grand formation and the turbulent currents of the void. He had no idea how many layers of space he tore apart before falling into a sea of clouds. He immediately sensed that he was above Great You.
"Finally escaped."
At last, he could breathe a sigh of relief. Standing in the void, he let out a long roar that shattered a thousand layers of clouds. His vast voice spread outward as though countless bolts of thunder had exploded across the sky.
Just as He Ping was rejoicing, a murmur-like chant drifted out of the void.
"...The supreme, profound, subtle Dharma is rarely encountered through hundreds of thousands of millions of calamities; the blessed may enter the wondrous Dharma from a thousand miles away, while the unblessed repent too late in hell."
"The supreme, profound, subtle Dharma cannot be encountered without great blessings; even if those of scant blessings encounter it, they will retreat."
"The supreme, profound, subtle Dharma cannot be borne by those of scant blessings when they encounter it. Those of the highest grade who bear it return home; petty men suffer misery in hell..."
The eerie chanting drifted in from every direction. It sounded like a Buddhist scripture, yet it was mixed with all manner of strange, sinister undertones, making one feel profoundly uncomfortable from the depths of the heart.
Buzz, buzz, buzz... As the bizarre recitation continued, lines of scripture branded themselves into the void, surrounding He Ping from front, back, left, right, above, and below.
"Not good!!!"
How could He Ping fail to realize that he had walked into another ambush? He simply had not expected his enemies to be so audacious as to make a