Second-Layer World:
Wang Quan's Yang Spirit formed a hand seal and hovered in the air.
At this moment, he was like a little sun, hanging there quietly, utterly motionless.
Yet the golden light radiating from his Yang Spirit turned like a millstone, slowly but steadily.
As the golden light turned, the many evils screamed. Holes as thick as fingers appeared in their bodies, as though spears had pierced them, and then billowing blue smoke rose from them.
As they gave off blue smoke, the [Third-Rank Dao Seal] flickered with updates:
[Yin Virtue +1] [Yin Virtue +1] [Yin Virtue +1]
Each update added very little Yin Virtue, but the base number had grown, and the updates kept coming.
"Before, I couldn't get Yin Virtue unless the evils died."
"Now, I can get it just by injuring them."
"This [Self-Crossing Scripture] really is interesting."
He looked at the evils around him.
These evils actually only needed to advance another dozen meters or so to reach him and fight him at close quarters.
Yet he saw that once the many evils stepped two or three meters into his Primordial Spirit's golden light, they refused to advance any farther, no matter what.
They frantically retreated, frantically fled.
Watching the evils roll across the ground, screaming, he said, "Does it hurt that much?"
"Evils can be afraid of pain?"
"I remember when I was clearing out evils in the Second-Layer World corresponding to the Drowning Dao Lower Court, those evils endured the damage from the [People-Crossing Scripture] head-on and still howled and shrieked as they fought me."
"Why do these ones turn tail and run?"
"Could the evils of the Far Western Land be a different species from those at the Drowning Dao Lower Court?"
His thoughts wandered, running wild.
Ten breaths...
A