Buddhist voices and meditative chants

"We found it. This is the formation's nexus. Someone drew on the power of the demons and Divine Thoughts sealed here, overturning the heavens to suppress those very beings."

Jiang Ming pointed at a place that resembled a bottomless pit as he spoke.

"The eighteen levels of hell. So these are the eighteen levels of hell where the Buddhist School imprisoned them."

Ye Fan spoke as well.

Now that they had returned, the place remained, but the people had changed. Ye Fan and Li Xiaoman's knowledge was no longer what it had been, and they naturally saw through everything.

"Let's go in and look."

Jiang Ming spoke and strode straight inside. The others hurried after him.

Jiang Ming was a Saint of the present age. Even though he said this was only an avatar, no one doubted his combat strength.

The cavern walls were covered in divine patterns, which gathered into heavenly gods and Buddhas filling the sky, all meant to refine evil demons.

A soul-seizing, bone-chilling killing intent filled the place. Even Ye Fan found it deeply uncomfortable.

"The Crocodile Ancestor's aura. I'll never forget this feeling."

Li Xiaoman spoke with a somewhat pale face.

She had already achieved Dao Severing and had nearly become a nun, severing her memories of the past. Fortunately, Ye Fan had returned.

An Miaoyi had been in the same situation.

The finest cultivation methods available to the two women at the time happened to be scriptures passed down by Shakyamuni. They had hit it off immediately and both prepared to become nuns.

Later, Ye Fan returned and imparted the Wheel of the Sea Secret Realm section of the Dao Scripture, along with a relatively complete Supreme Yin Scripture, to both women.

Now, both women primarily cultivated the Supreme Yin Scripture, with other ancient