"Alas..." Guzhen planted his Demon Subduing Pestle on the ground, his body seeming incomparably heavy. He turned to glance at the crystal wall, especially the triangle through which they had burst out, and said with lingering fear, "What... what kind of ancient formation is this? How could it be so formidable? It is merely a passage, yet inside are demon beasts comparable to fifth-grade Yuan force cultivators and unfathomable strange insects. The demon beasts are one thing—if you and I joined forces and risked injury, we could still kill them! But those strange insects are impervious to water and fire, and especially capable of devouring our Buddhist artifacts. They would not even spare this old monk's Buddha statue golden body. What... what are these things?"
Having said this, Guzhen looked toward Cihui again and asked, "When you released the Bodhi Sarira to draw away the strange insects just now, was your sarira badly damaged?"
"Amitabha~" Cihui lowered his head. "Thank you for your concern, Ancestor. This disciple's sarira is unharmed."
"That is good!" Guzhen bared his teeth in a very strained smile. "This sarira is proof of your attainment. Do not be careless."
"This disciple understands." Cihui smiled faintly and rose from the ground with some difficulty.
"Forget it. Since we have reached this place, we are one step closer to the Ancient Buddha Sarira." Guzhen struck the Demon Subduing Pestle against the ground and shouted, "This old monk would like to see what else can stand in our way."
Cihui did not hurry to speak. Instead, he looked around and reminded him, "Ancestor, there is no trace of Benefactor Xin or Tipu here. Could it be... they have not yet emerged from the passage?"
As he spoke, Cihui looked worriedly at the many triangles on the enormous wall, guessing