Shen Luo, sword and all, was forced back three feet by the gale Lin Da had unleashed. Only then did he realize in horror that Monk Lin Da was actually a Mahayana Early Stage cultivator.
After barely steadying himself, he looked up at Chan'er on the altar and guessed at a certain possibility, immediately growing anxious.
No matter what, I have to save Chan'er first... Shen Luo steeled himself and immediately used the Slanting Moon Step to move toward the altar.
At the same time, Magic Power surged from within him and poured into the Pure Yang Sword Embryo. He drove the Red Lotus Karmic Fire within the sword to erupt with all his strength, condensing a fiery blade around its edge as it thrust fiercely toward the altar.
"Still refusing to repent? You're courting death." A furious roar rang out.
Monk Lin Da shouted “Rage!”, raised a hand to form a hand seal in the air, then slammed it down.
Black-and-red baleful qi surged wildly from his sleeve, transforming into an enormous vortex of black mist that whirled down and enveloped Shen Luo, instantly flinging him a hundred zhang away.
Within the black mist, a crystalline blood-colored lotus emerged. A beam of blood light shot out from it, wrapped around the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, and dragged it into the flower's core. The petals then closed from all sides, sealing the sword embryo within.
Shen Luo immediately discovered that his connection with the Pure Yang Sword Embryo had been forcibly severed.
Yet the more pressing problem was that Yin Baleful Qi continuously assaulted him from the surrounding vortex of black mist. Like waves battering a shore, it washed over his body again and again, making him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, the chill piercing