Clang!
The broken Vajra Pestle pinned itself to the phantom on Venerable Xinyuan's body, instantly knocking it out of his flesh.
The Śarīra Pagoda immediately soared high and slammed down over him!
Purple-gold Buddhist light enveloped the phantom.
The phantom, radiating wrath and demonic intent, did not howl at all. Instead, he struggled even more furiously, rocking the Śarīra Pagoda from side to side as he roared:
"Until the mortal world is empty, I swear not to become a Buddha!"
He had long since reached Entering Nirvana, yet a trace of demonic obsession persisted. Now he sought only to exterminate all living beings beneath heaven and fulfill his final wish.
Yet separated from his body, the phantom of demonic obsession, though still formidable amid the Buddhist chanting, no longer had the power to resist the Śarīra Pagoda. As he roared, his might gradually waned.
But the phantom remained solid, sizzling beneath the Buddhist light as though boiling water were being poured over him, without the slightest intention of relenting.
The depth of that obsession made both Wang Ba and Zhaojie look exceedingly grave as they flew over.
Zhaojie stayed within Wang Ba's Dao Domain, not daring to emerge. Though Xinyuan Demonic Thought was restrained, the terrifying suction from Venerable Xinyuan's body showed no sign of stopping.
Wang Ba landed before the Śarīra Pagoda. Seeing how resolute Xinyuan Demonic Thought remained, he could not help frowning slightly.
He raised his fingers and began a divination.
A diviner knew past causes and understood future consequences.
But compared with deducing the future, calculating events of the past was considerably easier.
Almost instantly, the scene before his eyes wavered slightly.
Then he saw tiny holes suspended like a honeycomb in a cloudless sky.
They were none other than true membrane eyes.
But these true