Several figures in the forest circulated True Yuan in their palms, steadying themselves on one hand while sacrificing their Magical Treasures on the other, resolutely slashing at the Purple Lightning Bamboo they had locked onto.
But the next moment, before their attacks could land on the Purple Lightning Bamboo—
A fierce wind swept past, and the cultivators who had been about to strike were thrown straight out of the bamboo grove, utterly beyond their control.
Once they steadied themselves, even the cultivation arts they had been circulating within their bodies were silently subdued.
"Hmm? There's something strange about this bamboo grove!"
"Who has acted? Since you've made a move, why not show yourself?"
"Could it be... an eminent monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?"
Feeling the subtle changes within themselves, the few people who had emerged from the bamboo grove swiftly exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment.
They called out one after another, unable to stop themselves from shouting.
Yet after their voices faded, apart from the fierce wind turning into a gentle breeze and rustling through the bamboo grove, there was no other movement in the forest.
"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to call out. If I am not mistaken, there are no fellow cultivators of the Buddhist Sect in this forest. What happened just now should have been the bamboo grove's doing."
A cultivator dressed as a scholar and holding a folding fan suddenly spoke up.
His clothes were not particularly lavish, and his aura was restrained. At first glance, he seemed plain and ordinary, yet he gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity.
Clearly, he was not merely an Out of Body stage cultivator, but one of the finest among them.
The instant he spoke, everyone's gazes turned toward him, and pairs