Ye Lianchen did not know the origins of the giant corpse named Long Boyan, but even after so many years of death, it had still forced the mountain fiend to use every means at his disposal.
He did not know what incantation the mountain fiend had recited at the end, but once he finished, fleshy tendrils sprouted all over his body, joining him to the entire lotus seat.
Regardless of school or sect, incantations were never recited at random. Every word and syllable had its own unique magical significance and direction, and the incantation this mountain fiend temple master had recited even bore some resemblance to the grand-vow incantations of ancient Western Buddhism.
The literal meaning of the incantation the mountain fiend had just recited was not hard to understand: he would borrow the blood lotus seat's power to suppress the giant corpse, at the cost of being unable to leave the seat throughout the suppression. Yet in Ye Lianchen's eyes, that was probably not all. The mountain fiend's magic power and vital essence seemed to be getting drawn into the blood lotus seat.
Ye Lianchen had already guessed the origins of this blood lotus.
It had long been accepted throughout this world that humans were the living beings closest to the Dao, lotuses the flowers closest to the Dao, and jade the substance closest to the Dao for making implements.
Lotuses were held in the highest regard by Daoists, Buddhists, mystics, and Chan practitioners alike, as well as by humans, demons, spirits, and monsters. Ordinary lotuses were common, but spiritual plants with lofty origins and lineages were rare and highly prized by cultivators.
The original form of Ye Lianchen's own body was a nine-holed dustless lotus, untouched by any manner of filth. Thus, after entering Heavenly Scabbard Mountain, the