Wang Quan was anxious and had no time to explain-not because he did not want to, but because, in the brief span of a cup of tea, changes had taken place inside the building in the Second-Layer World:
Evil beings such as brushes and rags had picked up buckets and were frantically scrubbing the Daoist Scriptures off the walls.
The pale wooden boards were stained with black filth.
The board bearing the eleventh volume of Daoist Scriptures, in particular, had several buckets of filthy water continuously pouring black water over its pale surface.
Beside it, the wall panel on which the words of the twelfth volume were emerging cackled strangely. "Defile them!"
"Turn their nobility into filth!"
"Quick, defile them harder! Make them fall into darkness, just like me!"
As it shouted, darkness churned. Evil beings such as kitchen knives and chisels bounced onto it, clanging away as they hacked or chiseled at the Dao Script of the twelfth volume emerging on its body.
It was precisely the sight of this that had sent Wang Quan into a fury. With no time to explain to Ruo Jinghong and the others, he had urged them to get to work immediately.
Bzzzt, crackle!
Gibber, gabble!
Ruo Jinghong, Mei Niang, and the other four or five hundred Dao Seal Cultivators began reciting the People-Crossing Scripture.
Golden spears stabbed into buckets and rags, kitchen knives and chisels.
For a moment, these evil beings shrieked, their faces twisting hideously as they charged at the crowd. "Wretches! You dare break into the master's residence? You dare interrupt our cleaning?"
"Eat! Eat! Eat!"
With a clatter, the small number of evil beings charged at them, heedless of death.
Ruo Jinghong and the others sneered and kept their heads down, reciting the [People-Crossing Scripture].
Spear after spear fell.