Old Dragon turned his head and saw an old man standing in midair behind him, looking this way.
There was not the slightest trace of a cultivator on Ye Hedao's body. From head to toe, he seemed to possess not the faintest fluctuation of spiritual power.
Yet such an ordinary old man was standing in midair.
Return to Simplicity!
The term immediately surfaced in Old Dragon's mind, and his face instantly turned incomparably grim.
To reach Return to Simplicity could only signify one realm: Mahayana!
Ye Hedao glanced at them, then turned back to look at the swastika rune in midair. Though Fat Monk had returned, its power remained; he had merely withdrawn the Sanskrit sounds.
"Is this the Buddhist sect's method? Somewhat interesting," Ye Hedao said blandly.
"What do we do, kid?" Old Dragon asked in a low voice.
Ye Yu slowly rose to his feet, but Old Dragon caught a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
Old Dragon was instantly stunned, unable to understand what Ye Yu was thinking.
"Well? Are you coming with me, or will you put up a token struggle before coming along? So that when you look back on this someday, you won't seem too spineless?" Ye Hedao withdrew his gaze and asked.
"Get farther away first," Ye Yu said to Fat Monk and the others.
The three of them changed expression slightly upon hearing this, but they still followed Ye Yu's instructions and retreated far away.
Ye Hedao watched the three of them without any intention of pursuing. Before him, no one could escape.
"Then I'll play with you for a while," Ye Hedao said with a smile.
Ye Yu did not answer. He took one step forward, and a strange ripple instantly spread beneath his feet. The earth rumbled as an endless