One of Daoist Luo's hands had been burned away-and that was the hand of a cultivator at the nascent soul late stage.
When cultivators underwent nascent soul formation, their bodies were reshaped, making their flesh several times tougher than it had been at the Golden Core stage. Those with exceptional talent, or body cultivators, could become more than ten times tougher.
Yet now, merely touching those Buddhist Prayer Beads had utterly ruined Daoist Luo's hand. That alone showed how formidable the beads were.
More importantly, Fellow Daoist Luo was rolling all over the ground like a madman, as though the pain came not from one hand, but from his entire body.
Seeing how severely Fellow Daoist Luo had been injured, everyone else looked at the Buddhist Prayer Beads in a different light.
Whether they belonged to Elysium Valley or the Heavenly Dawn Sect, they were now staring uncertainly at the beads radiating golden light.
The Buddhist Prayer Beads swayed leisurely in midair. "This young master is steeped in golden light and merit. The nastier someone is, the worse they'll be hurt if they touch me."
Naturally, "nastier" did not refer to their smell. Su Jiu understood it as a distinction between good and evil.
As far as virtue golden light was concerned, "nasty" presumably meant evil.
Then she heard the Buddhist Prayer Beads speak again. "Well? Does anyone else want to give it a try?"
The members of the Heavenly Secret Sect exchanged glances.
Their eldest senior brother spoke first. "I'll try." He had never sought to harm anyone, but he did not know whether his Heavenly Secrets Divination fell within the beads' reckoning.
The moment their eldest senior brother finished speaking, every gaze turned toward him.
One rogue cultivator snorted. "I thought you had no ambitions. Turns out you