Later...
The old man had been drained of his emotions and desires, reduced to a walking corpse.
When the Eerie outbreak came, he was handed over to the Eerie as blood food.
The old man's screams had lasted a long time.
But now, that voice came from deep within Bone City, echoing in Konghai's ears.
Konghai kept walking.
Then another voice rang out.
This time, it belonged to a little girl.
Young and clear, like a bell being crushed.
"Big brother, I don't want to die..."
"I'm so cold..."
"It's so dark here..."
She, too, had been drained of her emotions and desires by the Buddhist Cultivator Society Formation and met an unnatural death.
Then more and more voices arose.
Men roaring.
Women crying out.
Mature women sneering.
Young girls sobbing.
All kinds of voices assailed him in turn, surging like a tide.
Every voice represented a human life.
Every one of those people had died before Konghai's eyes.
They converged from every direction, twisting into an invisible pressure.
Trying to burrow into Konghai's mind.
Trying to halt his steps.
Trying to break him.
Konghai merely smiled with contempt.
He pressed his palms together.
And uttered the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha Buddha."
Humm...
A golden bell enveloped him.
The golden bell was transparent yet solid, its surface covered in densely packed, flowing Sanskrit script.
The screams and cries struck the bell's surface, sending out rings of golden ripples.
Then... they were repelled.
Shattered.
Erased without a trace.
"Those who disturb my Buddhist heart..."
Konghai opened his eyes, their depths icy.
"Die."
Following what he sensed, he took a step and arrived in a flash.
Before him stood a small stone house beside the road.
Though called a stone house, it was actually built of white bones.
This house was simply larger