'This voice...'
The moment the Buddha's Voice enveloped them,
Lu Mingyuan recognized who it was.
The White-robed Monk, Jiang Shan.
The situation was dire, and Jiang Shan had arrived just in time.
'Could he be here to save the day?'
"This aura from these Buddha Beads... it belongs to a Nirvana Realm Arhat. When did our White Lotus Ancient Sect provoke such a Great Buddha?"
A cold glint flashed in Duanmu Lian's eyes. She took out a jade White Lotus Talisman and thrust it toward the sky.
It was meant to resist the corrosion of the Buddha's Light.
As dazzling Taoist Qi poured into it, the talisman grew larger and larger. Streaks of Spiritual Patterns emerged, transforming into a blinding black cloud that collided with the Arhat's Buddha Beads.
The twelve Buddha Beads hanging in the sky were blocked, but rays of golden Buddha's Light shot through the cracks in the black cloud and fell to the ground.
"HISS HISS."
