Chaoge, Star-Picking Tower.
Daji reclined languidly on a soft couch in magnificent palace robes, holding a translucent grape between her snow-white fingers, just about to bring it to her mouth.
Ever since Gu Changqing had reconstructed her demon body and imparted the "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art" to her, she had remained stationed in Chaoge, guarding the rear for Yin Jiao.
Her aura was more restrained than before, and even harder to fathom.
The dark gleams that occasionally flashed through those bewitching fox eyes, capable of turning all living beings upside down, were enough to chill a Daluo Golden Immortal's heart.
Suddenly, Daji stopped moving.
Her furry fox ears quietly emerged from her coiffure and twitched gently.
Narrowing her beautiful eyes, she raised her head and looked toward the sky above Chaoge City.
"Hmm?"
She gave a languid nasal murmur, carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.
"Where did all these bald donkeys come from? Buzz, buzz, buzz-what a racket."
In her perception, hundreds of auras filled with aggression and hypocritical compassion were slipping into Chaoge City from every direction, like a swarm of locusts sweeping through.
These auras brazenly radiated the power of salvation, weaving an invisible great net that sought to ensnare every citizen in the city.
Some citizens in the city had already been affected.
Buddhist chants inexplicably echoed in the minds of some weak-willed people, and visions of golden Buddhas appeared before their eyes. They involuntarily fell to their knees, pressed their palms together, and began reciting scriptures they themselves could not understand.
As they knelt in worship, wisps of vow power belonging to Humanity were being stripped from them, converging on the arhats who had infiltrated the city.
Daji's gaze instantly turned cold.
"Tampering with my Great Shang's fortune?"
"Poaching from my king?"
She sat