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“I'm sorry for you.”

Old Spiritualist Sun said with pity.

Since becoming a Spiritualist, Xiao Chen had not experienced a moment of ease, not even a transition period, and was directly thrown into the battle against devils. (The term 'devils' here is a general term for demons and ghosts.)

He was at the age when he should have been as vibrant as the morning sun, but he had endured so much hardship.

Being a Spiritualist is not what it used to be. In the past, they were high and mighty, but they didn't have the numerous mitigation methods of Mystics.

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If one were born in a city that could connect to the inner world, Spiritualists would actually live quite well, like the three members of the Weng family in HS City.

Unfortunately, Xiao Chen was born in a city like Jiu'an.

“No, it's all just fate.”

At this age, Xiao Chen had a vicissitude and a numbness that did not belong to his age.

He sighed that it was all fate.

“Do you think there really are divine pearls that can alleviate distortion? Is there really a way to replenish lost vitality?”

Despite this, he still had a trace of longing and curiosity.

Here, they could also access the internet, although the time spent online was limited as they needed to be ready at any moment. But ultimately, there were channels for information. He had heard of the Mystics' divine pearls and the Mystics' treasure, the Jianmu's vitality.

“Yes, they really exist. The Demon Suppression Department has no reason to lie,” Old Chen said.

Although he had never seen them, due to his age, he had enjoyed some good days and firmly believed in them.

“Do you think it's really possible to switch to being a cultivator? Are there really experts like the Xuanhuang Daoist cultivators?” Xiao Chen asked again.

Asking this wasn't out of ignorance, but rather out of sorrow.

It was as if they were living in another world, because they had never seen it, because they had always been experiencing darkness.

Therefore, light seemed very illusory to them.

They couldn't see the overall grand world, only the small hell they were in contact with.

“Yes, they definitely exist. These are all real,” Old Sun said firmly.

“Then why don't such powerful Mystics, such powerful true cultivators, come to save us? Are we really dispensable?” Xiao Chen continued to ask ‘naively’.

“Because…”

“Because no one owes us anything. Maybe, maybe this is fate.”

The same sigh about fate, perhaps their states of mind were the same at this moment.

“I really want to leave Jiu'an and see the outside world!”

Xiao Chen raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was greyish-brown, and the boiling black clouds seemed to condense into a distorted face, mocking his unrealistic thoughts.

Suddenly!

Amidst the swirling black clouds, a Buddhist monk clad in golden robes, treading on the void, slowly advanced in a chaotic and dark world.

His eyes were deep and compassionate, and he held a string of gleaming prayer beads in his hand. With each turn, Buddhist light overflowed, illuminating and breaking through layers of demonic obstacles.

Behind the high monk, a huge character 'Xuan' floated in the air, emitting golden light, as if it could penetrate all evil, leaving demons and monsters nowhere to hide.

His arrival was like the dawn breaking through the darkness of the long night, allowing this chaotic world to feel unprecedented light and hope.

A faint fragrance permeated the air, the sacred aura of Buddhism, dispelling the miasma and filth around, allowing the world to regain a trace of fresh air. The high monk's steps were steady and slow, as if each step could create a lotus flower, fragrant with every step.

In the demon camp, they were originally baring their fangs and claws, fighting endlessly, but under the high monk's Buddhist light, they revealed their true forms. Those sharp horns, hideous faces, and dripping claws gradually dissolved in the light, turning into pleading eyes.

The high monk smiled and chanted words, scriptures flowing between his lips, turning into golden sound waves, cleansing the world of sin and filth.

The demons and monsters were powerless to resist in the face of this powerful Buddhist force, and they knelt down, as if begging for salvation.

This scene was as shocking as a dream. The Buddhist monk, with a compassionate heart, descended into this world occupied by demons, bringing boundless light and shock, allowing all living beings to feel the warmth of the Buddhist light.

“What is this?!”

After a long while, Old Sun and Xiao Chen, the two Spiritualists, finally reacted from the shock.

They didn't even know how to describe the situation.

They saw the holy monk walking step by step, creating lotus flowers with each step, chanting spells that could soothe people's hearts, and slowly walking out of the darkness, illuminating the entire sky.

This soothing mantra, on the demon camp's side, was like a life-threatening spell. The mantra and the golden light fell together.

All the demons whose cultivation had not reached the extraordinary level were covered by the golden light and then dissolved.

A shrill scream came from the mouths of the extraordinary demons. Unlike the entry-level demons, they did not die peacefully without resistance.

These extraordinary demons were as if they were undergoing great torture. As the golden light and mantra approached, their bodies seemed to melt.

Layers upon layers began to peel off, and the surrounding dark black gas spread, like cold ice being melted by the scorching sun.

“Amitabha, you bold evildoers, daring to harm living beings and wreak havoc in the world, this monk cannot spare you.”

The holy monk spoke, and it was like a thunderclap in the ears of the demons.

It was an attack of sound, and even more so, a destruction of the soul. With this roar, all the demons who had not reached the middle stage of Xuan Transformation dissipated along with the roar.

When the holy monk slowly landed, descending from the high altitude to the ground, he saw that of the tens of thousands of demons in the united army, only less than six remained.

The one who came was Master Yiye.

It could be considered catching them off guard, with a taste of sneak attack.

But when dealing with demons, no means are wrong. That's the effect he wanted.

He opened with his ultimate move, the blessing of the strongest ability + incantation, and in an instant, when the demon camp reacted, the ending was already determined.

The remaining six were all demons and ghosts in the middle stage of Xuan Transformation, and they did not fall under Yiye's group attack.

With only six left, Yiye breathed a sigh of relief. The plan was very successful.

These demons were even more不堪 than he had thought. He had overestimated them a bit.

Not only their strength, but their defenses and vigilance were also very 拉胯. They had no defenses at all. How could such strength be a match for his calculated attack?

The demons in the demon camp had never experienced such a battle.

It's not that they're exaggerating, nor that they're careless, but the experience of so many years tells them that this world is incredibly weak.

Only some non-human and non-ghost guys are very strong.

In fact, these two small worlds are very 土鳖 and don't even know what kind of world they have entered.

No one told them that they are creatures of a small world, invading the main world, a grand and magnificent world, a place that is about to become a holy land.

They don't understand these things.

Just think, Old Sun and Xiao Chen, these two Spiritualists, know very little about the outside world, let alone these demons.

They knew even less.

Yiye felt he had overestimated the devils, while the devils felt they were already being very careful.

The discrepancy in understanding and information is sometimes so absurd.

As an aside, the devil faction didn't even know about the existence of True Cultivators.

The oldest news they had was that the Spirit Master group had many factions, the strongest being the Evil Suppression Department.

They were very worried about the Evil Suppression Department at first, but later found that the Evil Suppression Department couldn't handle everything; the world faced too many crises and didn't care about this place at all.

That's why they dared to invade boldly.

Later, when they became enemies with the Spirit Masters, the Spirit Masters naturally had no reason to tell them, "We have a Profound Yellow Spirit Master, and very strong True Cultivators."

The devils didn't know any of this.

"Ah! Who are you, who are you!"

A shrill scream came from the leader of the devil faction, a ghost formed from smoke, whose origins were impossible to discern.

He was very weak at the moment. Yiye's golden light + incantation, although he, as a late-stage Profound Transformation, had resisted it, didn't mean he hadn't suffered any damage.

He was currently a bit exhausted, with only his mouth left to resist.

Yiye ignored him. He just brightened his eyes and, with a wave of his hand, a huge banner rose. The tens of thousands of souls or essences that he had 'purified' were completely absorbed by the huge banner.

At this moment, Yiye had a bit of the shadow of a Profound Yellow Daoist True Cultivator.

He had acted too holy just now, like a bright and stalwart Buddha, not at all like a Profound Yellow Daoist True Cultivator.

Profound Yellow cultivators are very pragmatic; how could they waste even a trace?

Cleaning up the battlefield and licking corpses are both very professional; they won't let go of anything they can use, and if they can't use it themselves, they can sell it to earn points.

No one is wrong, one head, one hair, one inside, one appearance, one is in, one look!

Yiye didn't dare to be careless just now, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Now he began to awaken his old instincts; he had to use everything he could. So many refined souls and essences were too wasteful. He had to collect them to sell, or refine his Buddha banner.

He had no time to pay attention to the devil's roar, who wanted to know who he was. Just wait.

Until all the refined souls and essences were collected.

"Amitabha, this humble monk is a disciple of the Profound Yellow Dao Lord, a Buddhist disciple, Dharma name Yiye."

The master is still a master. After the master finished licking the corpse, he returned to the appearance of a virtuous monk.

At this moment, Yiye felt that these devils were very cute. He didn't expect it to be so simple, and the harvest was so great. It was really good.

"Cough cough, no matter who you are, go to hell! Ah—"

This leading monster was also a fiery character, not caring about anything. After suffering such heavy losses, and clearly not being a match for this bald donkey, what was there to hesitate about? Let's die together.

Yiye was stunned. Did they have a trump card?

The hidden dragon, tiger, wood, and water were also tense, carefully preparing everything.

On the other side, on the dilapidated city wall, Old Sun and Little Chen were still in shock.

One of the remaining six devils was directly sucked dry by the smoke monster himself.

The smoke monster seemed to have received a little replenishment, and then the remaining five quickly formed a strange ritual.

"Master, be careful, they are triggering a strange phenomenon, be careful!"

Suddenly, the finally awakened Spirit Master Old Sun shouted a warning.

After the warning, he took the still confused Little Chen and fled quickly.

Strangeness does not meet, this iron rule has always been in place.

Unless there is forced intervention or suppression, the first opponent of a strange phenomenon must be another strange phenomenon, or a Spirit Master who controls the strange phenomenon. This is the rule.

Old Sun and Little Chen were afraid of this, so they hurried to escape.

Before fleeing, he gave Yiye a reminder.

"Phew!"

Yiye obviously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: So it's a strange phenomenon.

He thought these evil creatures had some great trick, scaring him.

However, he also needed to pay attention. Who knew what level of strangeness these devils were triggering? If a third-order one came, he could only…

The five of them all touched the jade slips in their hands.

Crush it to return to the city, the only chance.

Granted by the Myriad Spirits, crushing it would teleport them back, but it also meant that the mission had failed, and they would have to wait for the punishment from the sect and the Merit Hall.

Although the punishment was just deducting points, it was not easy to bear.

It would also implicate the headquarters, which would also have a certain amount of merit deducted by the Merit Hall.

Therefore, it could not be used unless it was extremely dangerous. Using it meant everything was over.

The five of them carefully held on, waiting for the arrival of the strange phenomenon.

They were all experts in dealing with strange phenomena; they knew that once the ritual was started, there was no possibility of interrupting it. All True Cultivators knew this.

The five devils obviously hadn't muddled through life.

Although they didn't know much about True Cultivators and the world outside of Jiu'an City, they still knew a lot about the strange phenomena in this world.

Or, their small world also had strange phenomena, which was also possible.

After all, not every world had the backhand left by Heaven's Will.

As mentioned many times before, worlds like the Blood Moon World and the Blood Soul World were in the minority.

More small worlds were weak, so where would there be any backhand? They would shatter when the Myriad Worlds merged.

"Be careful!" Yiye reminded.

At this time, the four junior brothers' secret support was no longer necessary.

They all stood up and quickly approached Senior Brother Yiye, waiting for the arrival of the strange phenomenon with rich experience.

Finally…

"Ah, die, die, all die…"

It was the triggering of the law of burning life at the cost of life. The five devils used their lives to 'summon' the arrival of the strange phenomenon.

It wasn't that they were so fierce and brave.

It was that under Yiye's previous attacks, they were already exhausted, and there was little hope of survival.

If Yiye wasn't present, it would have been better; they could have lingered, but Yiye was standing in front of them unharmed. Did this need any further proof?

Anyway, they couldn't escape, and they would die anyway, so their performance seemed very fierce.

Finally…

The strange phenomenon arrived, and the cold wind began to howl.

The stench of decay began to spread, and the sky that had just been pierced by Yiye, bringing light, began to be covered in darkness again.

Unspeakable oppression and distortion began to rage, and a giant hand that looked withered, with only bones left, protruded from the ground full of black blood.

The distorted Heaven's Will began to impact, and the shrill roars and desperate howls began to spread.

The kind that couldn't be stopped, impacting the ears and souls of the five-person Buddhist team.

The five recited incantations, playing the role of suppressing the spirit and eliminating evil, and golden light began to radiate around them, resisting the invasion at the physical and magical levels.

In their right hands, instruments such as alms bowls, Zen staffs, convenient shovels, or prayer beads appeared.

In their left hands, various spirit talismans emitting gentle holy light were tightly held.

The Profound Yellow sect is professional in dealing with strange phenomena.

… (End of chapter)