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The Buddhist Cauldron trembled, causing the ground of Tianxu Temple to become unstable, shaking the earth and mountains.
"Boom——"
A terrifying demonic aura broke through the Prohibition of the Buddhist Cauldron, surging to the nine heavens and forming a massive black shadow with a fierce and terrifying visage.
This was the projection of a demonic thought's will. Given a few more years, it would have shattered the cauldron and emerged.
The Old Monk discovered this act and had to interrupt the intentions of the demonic thought.
Several Buddhist seals struck the body of the cauldron, subjecting the demonic thought to immense pressure. The black shadow above let out a piercing shriek, causing many of the high monks to feel discomfort.
Fortunately, this part of the Void had been sealed off with a Buddhist Barrier, otherwise many innocent beings would have been harmed by the demonic aura.
"What a terrifying creature!"
Chen Qingyuan looked up at the black shadow, his soul trembling slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of shock.
The high monks chanted in unison, their golden light shining brightly, colliding with the demonic aura.
For a time, Tianxu Temple was enveloped in black mist and golden light, presenting an extremely eerie scene. At times the black mist prevailed, collapsing several Buddhist halls. At other times, the Buddhist light overpowered the demonic aura, contorting the black shadow into a twisted shape, emitting a deep roar.
The Old Monk set up a top-tier Buddhist formation, temporarily trapping the demonic thought within the Buddhist Cauldron.
In the Void, the black shadow seemed to be bound by dozens of golden chains of order, unable to move.
A fierce wind howled, blowing fiercely against the Barrier, causing several cracks to appear. The high monks dared not be distracted or careless, focusing their minds, chanting and casting spells.
"Donor Chen, I need your help," the Old Monk said, bathed in golden Buddhist light, his face solemn and inviolable.
"Ah?" Chen Qingyuan was somewhat at a loss: "How can I help?"
"I need a drop of blood from the center of your brow."
With that, the Old Monk flicked his finger towards Chen Qingyuan's brow.
Buzz!
Chen Qingyuan felt a sharp pain as a seemingly ordinary drop of blood emerged from the center of his brow.
My blood, what use does it have?
Confused, clueless.
Chen Qingyuan didn't understand the Old Monk's actions.
Although over a hundred monks were suppressing the demonic thought within the Buddhist Cauldron, they sensed this and were puzzled, unable to comprehend.
"Can the blood from the brow of a Golden Core cultivator really suppress a Mahayana demon?"
"The abbot must have a profound reason for this. Perhaps, this young donor is not as simple as he appears."
"Let's hope the abbot's actions can suppress the demon. If the demon breaks out of the Buddhist Cauldron and returns to the world, it will wreak havoc on all beings, the consequences are unimaginable."
The monks thought to themselves, although they didn't hold Chen Qingyuan in high regard, they still hoped the Old Monk hadn't erred and prayed that the demon would be subdued.
The Old Monk placed the blood from Chen Qingyuan's brow on the tip of his right index finger, using a unique Secret Art to draw out its karma.
By doing so, it meant that the Buddhist Sect had borrowed the power of the Qing Sect. If the Qing Sect were in trouble one day and the Buddhist Sect did not lend a hand, they would surely face divine retribution.
The Old Monk had decided; the Buddhist Sect had hidden in the Eastern Land for countless years, and it was time to take a step forward. Whether it was to suppress the current demon, to save all beings, or to accumulate invisible merit, they could no longer shrink back.
"Go!"
After casting the spell, the Old Monk flicked the drop of blood towards the Buddhist Cauldron.
The blood entered the cauldron without any immediate abnormality.
The Old Monk had merely connected the karma of the Qing Sect with the Buddhist Sect, and whether it would succeed still depended on Chen Qingyuan. After all, it was wishful thinking for an outsider to borrow the power of the Qing Sect.
Only with the permission of the successor of the Qing Sect could it be realized.
"Donor Chen, repeat after me what I say next," the Old Monk instructed, standing above the nine heavens, striking the black shadow with his palm, using a powerful Buddhist teaching to force it back into the Buddhist Cauldron. He then looked down at Chen Qingyuan below, his face earnest with request: "Please."
"Alright."
Although he did not understand the meaning, Chen Qingyuan did not refuse and nodded seriously.
"Platform of Supreme Purity, laws of spirit return to the heart, expel evil and suppress demons, protect the body and pacify the world, disasters without limit, laws of the six realms…"
The Old Monk brought his hands together and began to recite slowly.
Chen Qingyuan, unfamiliar with the incantation, followed with a puzzled expression and recited loudly: "Platform of Supreme Purity…"
Gradually, Chen Qingyuan's heart became extremely pure, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.
With his eyes closed, Chen Qingyuan's consciousness seemed to travel to an unknown and mysterious space.
A vast expanse of white, with a huge jade platform standing above the nine heavens, about ten miles in diameter.
The platform was divided into eight sections, corresponding to the meanings of Yin and Yang and the eight trigrams.
Chen Qingyuan felt as if he was at the center of the jade platform, and as he recited the incantation, the platform began to rotate clockwise. The speed increased from slow to faster and faster.
At a certain moment, Chen Qingyuan saw a figure in a white Dao Robe materialize from the edge of the platform, his features unclear.
In the outside world, a point of white light blossomed from Chen Qingyuan's brow, reaching towards the Buddhist Cauldron.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a white Dao Robe appeared above the cauldron, holding a three-foot sword, looking valiant and extraordinary: "Slash!"
His word thundered like a shock, his sword like a galaxy.
Whoosh——
The sword qi leveled the demonic qi scattered in every corner of Tianxu Temple, then entered the Buddhist Cauldron, falling upon the demonic thought.
"Ah——"
The demonic thought let out a heart-wrenching howl, suffering a severe blow.
"How can a karmic Dao body possess such power?"
Through the mouth of the Buddhist Cauldron, the demonic thought saw the middle-aged Daoist standing in the clouds, his expression filled with terror, his form distorted.
The so-called karmic Dao body was a will that had not dissipated. Generally, the power of such a will was much weaker than when it was alive, very fragile and easily erased.
"What… what is this?"
The high monks opened their eyes wide, looking up in astonishment.
"Such a strong aura of righteousness!"
Some of the monks forgot their chanting, startled by the scene before them.
"Is it him?"
Daochen Monk turned to look at Chen Qingyuan, who was in a mysterious state, his eyes reflecting a different light.
Chen Qingyuan's consciousness was locked within the jade platform, unaware of the outside world.
"It's not enough."
Since he had already been tainted with the karma of the Qing Sect, it was necessary to completely resolve the demonic thought within the Buddhist Cauldron. The Old Monk realized that although the demonic thought was severely injured, it was not yet at the brink of death.
Thus, the Old Monk once again recited the secret incantation of the Qing Sect, and Chen Qingyuan, like a puppet, followed: "Supreme without bounds, the likeness of the Star Platform…"
It was not difficult for the Old Monk to obtain the incantation of the Qing Sect. Years ago, the Qing Sect had declined due to suppressing the demon abyss, and top forces had taken over its resources, even secretly stealing Dao Techniques.
Some of the Qing Sect's Dao Techniques had spread out, and after many years, the Buddhist Sect of the Eastern Land had also obtained a copy of the jade slip by chance.
Buzz——
Chen Qingyuan's consciousness was trapped at the center of the jade platform, noticing that the speed of the platform's rotation had doubled.
A man in a green shirt stepped into the sea of clouds with his hands behind his back, his destination unknown.
In the outside world, the phantom of the man in green appeared.