"Ugh..."
With a muffled groan, the Black-Robed Daoist struggled to open his eyes.
Golden Light and black chains bound him completely, pinning him at the center of the Golden Light Grand Formation.
Earlier, when the formation had hung amid the Sea of fire and smoke overhead, the Black-Robed Daoist had thought little of it. Now, sealed inside it, he turned his eyes and swept his gaze around. Only then did he discover wisps of black energy threading through the Golden Light lines that formed the Grand Formation.
That black energy was filled with resentment.
"What exactly are you trying to do? And what is this Grand Formation for?"
“Since you are about to lend us a hand, Daoist Friend, I should explain. It will also spare you from resisting too fiercely and wasting your strength.” The Scarred-Face Monk descended through the air, still seated cross-legged. The shadow of an Arhat around him gradually merged into his body, leaving every inch of his flesh glowing with faint Golden Light, as though he had become a Golden Body. “This formation is called the Bone-Destroying Slander Formation.”
Accumulated slander destroyed bone.
When countless mouths maligned someone without cease, their words could even corrode his nature and life, driving him to his death!
"The clamor of many mouths could melt gold; accumulated slander could destroy bone..." The Black-Robed Daoist understood at once. "This is... a formation designed specifically to ruin someone's name? How could such a formation exist? What purpose could a Formation Diagram like this possibly serve? Ah!"
His words ended in a sudden scream. Streams of black energy had begun crawling over him.
Wherever a stream touched him, it turned into characters no larger than insects or ants, then burrowed deep into the Black-Robed Daoist's flesh!
Though the Daoist's form had blurred