The Mummified Corpse Before the Buddha

Si Ming turned to look at the ten flying ships overhead, his eyes filled with desolation and despair.

He had thought Si Shan's resurrection was an opportunity for the Si Clan's revival. Who could have imagined it would become the root of the Si Clan's destruction?

He had always held Si Shan and Primordial Unity Temple in the highest esteem.

He believed it was Primordial Unity Temple's aid that had allowed the Si Clan to endure amid the chaos of Forgotten World Ridge until now, even producing a Golden Core cultivator like himself.

So it had all been a conspiracy.

"Benefactor, please do not attempt to resist. Lead the hundreds of thousands of your Si Clan members into the Spirit Sacrifice Formation below. Your flesh, blood, and souls shall merge with Chan Master Fa Yan. This is your supreme honor, so do not fail to appreciate kindness." Xiao Chan spoke with a smile.

"Never!"

Si Ming's expression was grief-stricken and furious as he threw back his head and roared.

"Run! Everyone, run! The evil monks of Primordial Unity Temple want to use our Si Clan as a sacrifice. Si Shan's resurrection is a scam—a scam to use the flesh, blood, and souls of our clansmen to help him raise his cultivation and prolong his life..."

The smile on Xiao Chan's face abruptly vanished, replaced by a savage expression.

"Hmph! You still want to run? Wishful thinking!"

As soon as he spoke, a fierce aura erupted from Xiao Chan's body and instantly enveloped Si Ming.

Si Ming discovered in horror that an immense pressure had descended upon him, as though a mountain were crushing down on his body.

He immediately lost control of his body and fell from the sky, plummeting toward the golden formation below that shone with boundless Buddhist