The expressions of all living beings shifted as they stared at one another.
And, almost imperceptibly, they had already retreated hundreds upon thousands of miles.
Clearly, they feared being caught like fish in a moat when the city burned.
Even with Sage Houtu here, even if Houtu could block Zhunti's attacks...
Who could predict how far a Sage who had utterly lost his reason might go in his madness?!
What if he went completely berserk and destroyed heaven and earth regardless of the cost?
All living beings held their breath, their hearts pounding like drums.
Everyone's gaze remained riveted on Zhunti's incarnation.
They waited for his next move.
They waited for him to turn that towering fury into a blow that would destroy heaven and earth.
Yet...
What happened next took everyone by surprise.
Zhunti's incarnation took a step forward.
He moved with extraordinary speed.
So fast that even Sage Houtu's gaze sharpened slightly.
But...
He did not charge toward Daoist Duobao and the others.
Nor did he charge toward Sage Houtu.
He headed toward the Deep Pit where Sanzang's blood rained down!
Zhunti's incarnation swept his broad sleeve.
A gentle, pure power of the Buddhist School surged from his sleeve. Like an invisible hand, it precisely caught an exceedingly faint, almost imperceptible trace of presence amid the rain of blood.
Sanzang's remnant soul!
Although his physical body had shattered and his primordial spirit had been damaged, Golden Cicada's reincarnated body had, after all, been forged through the Buddhist School's painstaking efforts. The resilience of his true spirit far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.
At the instant Sanzang died and his cultivation perished, a wisp of his remnant soul still lingered between heaven and earth, not yet completely dispersed.
With the power of a Sage, Zhunti's incarnation seized it firmly