Sword Qi crisscrossed the branching passage.
The layers of pink radiance around Zanluo were blasted apart, and the visions of painted skeletons and chanting celestial maidens fell silent. His expression turned grave as he looked toward the newcomer.
Xu Xuan raised Constant Light lightly. Cloud vapor scattered from its blade, and violet lightning burst forth as he closed in and engaged the demonic monk.
Seeing this, Fan Qingzhu hurriedly swept his sleeve, drawing Liu Xiaowen and the other two back to his side. He took out three lustrous white pills and fed them to the injured disciples, helping stabilize their injuries.
"Master."
Fan Huayan had just awakened. Her voice was weak, and she was still somewhat dazed.
Fan Qingzhu's face was frosty. He looked at Wen Si'an and said gravely:
"Please help look after my disciples, Fellow Daoist Wen."
Wen Si'an gave a slight nod. Fan Qingzhu rode the wind forward and joined the attack. Struggling to withstand them both, Zanluo fell into a disadvantage.
Xu Xuan already intended to kill him. The illusory Tribulation Pool rose, and two flying swords moved with thunder, locking firmly onto the space between Zanluo's brows.
Tiantuo had already told Xu Xuan that Buddhist cultivators differed from immortal cultivators: they did not cultivate the upper, middle, and lower Three Fields.
These monks cultivated their nature rather than their lives, housing all their cultivation within their Consciousness Seas. Their bodies were boats they could abandon at any moment, which was also why reincarnation came so readily to the Buddhist Way.
An ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator wishing to reincarnate needed something at the Golden Core level to protect their soul.
An eminent monk in the bodhi sattva realm would reincarnate and cultivate anew many times, continually accumulating karma and raising their cultivation.
The flying swords pressed