Dense gray-white talisman inscriptions surfaced across the Short-Haired Youth's body, then burrowed into the Buddha Body's seven facial orifices as though alive.
The previously expressionless Short-Haired Youth's face suddenly twisted, and the blue flames in his eye sockets began to swell and shrink eerily.
"Buddha Body, this High Person is here! Return at once!" Kang Wuhen stopped chanting, opened his eyes wide at the Buddha Body, and roared.
Some secret art was clearly embedded in that shout, making the surrounding space hum.
The blue flames in the short-haired Buddha Body's eye sockets condensed, transforming directly into a pair of distinct black-and-white eyes. For the first time, a trace of bewilderment appeared on his face.
Kang Wuhen's expression grew solemn at the sight. He put a finger into his mouth and bit it open, then flicked his wrist, sending a drop of essence blood toward the Buddha Body. The Buddha Body made no attempt to dodge, and the drop landed between his brows before vanishing into them in a flash.
The next moment, a complex, blood-colored Sanskrit-like symbol appeared between the short-haired Buddha Body's brows. He stared fixedly at Kang Wuhen before him, his lips moving slightly as he uttered, "Master."
His voice was hoarse and halting!
"It worked."
Overjoyed at those words, Kang Wuhen flickered straight to the Buddha Body. He raised his arm and reached toward the blood-colored Sanskrit symbol between the Buddha Body's brows with his fingertip, which still dripped essence blood.
He only needed to use his secret art to forge a contract with the Buddha Body spirituality, and he could completely subdue this Buddha Body.
The old monk at the entrance also looked delighted, his hands unconsciously clenching tight.
"Wrong. Die!"
Just then, the bewilderment on the short-haired Buddha Body's face abruptly gave way to a