The originally stalemated situation, with no clear winner, shifted with the increasing number of True Dragon Skeletons joining the fray, and the balance of victory began to tilt against the Putuo Sect. Seeing the battle becoming increasingly difficult, Wu Qianqian bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, nearly bursting into tears.
At this moment, a cold and firm voice suddenly sounded: "Bai Gu, hand over the Tianlong bone, and I can let you go..."
The person who spoke was none other than the Putuo Sect Master! Immediately afterwards, Su Rui saw an enormous white lotus blossoming from the void. The Putuo Sect Master sat upright on the lotus platform, with a dazzling Dharma wheel behind him shining with such brilliant light that one dared not look directly at him. It was as if an immortal had descended to the world.
In reality, the Putuo Sect leader had only entered the True Dragon Cemetery after Su Rui and his group had arrived. However, since he'd arrived, he'd vanished, and no one had seen him since. No one knew where he'd gone or what he was planning. Now, forced to reveal himself by the White Bone Divine Lord, one could imagine the dreadful look on his face.
"The Celestial Dragon Bone is indeed in my possession. Want it? Then come and get it yourself!" With a cold shout, a faint streak of starlight suddenly shot out from the distant sky. It pierced the void like lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye about a mile in front of the Putuo Sect leader and coming to a steady stop. After the light faded, the skeletal form of the White Bone God suddenly emerged.
At that moment, the White Bone God stood proudly between the horns of a giant black dragon, a sneer of contempt on his lips. His hollow eyes gleamed with a cold light, as if mocking the Putuo Sect Master's incompetence.
Facing the provocation of the White Bone God, the Putuo Sect leader's eyes turned cold, and a chilling aura emanated from his body. He clasped his hands together and muttered something. In an instant, a dazzling Buddha light emerged from behind him, and a benevolent and solemn Thousand-Armed Guanyin statue emerged in response.
However, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin's appearance this time was slightly different from the previous one. While still the same figure, the aura it exuded was completely different. Now, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin was majestic and solemn, seated behind the Putuo Sect's leader, like a dazzling golden sun. Behind her head, too, a massive and resplendent Dharma wheel shone, radiant and dazzling, making one afraid to look directly at it.
Surrounding the Thousand-Armed Guanyin statue, countless celestial maidens danced gracefully, petals fluttered down from the sky, dragons coiled around, roaring heavenward, and countless living beings knelt in devout worship, their ears filled with melodious Buddhist chants. The entire scene was sacred and magnificent, inspiring awe.
At the same time, in the center of the fierce, smoke-filled battlefield, both the mighty White Tiger and the other five powerful and mysterious Dharma images displayed astonishing transformations. Beside almost every Dharma image, a Vajra Dharma Protector image rose up, each one possessing a solemn and majestic appearance.
Clad in golden armor and wielding a variety of magical weapons, they bore awe-inspiring presence, like divine soldiers sent down from heaven. Their eyes glared with fury, while others wore compassionate smiles, emanating an unparalleled aura of majesty. For a moment, the once bloody and brutal True Dragon Cemetery seemed enveloped by this boundless Buddha's light, gradually transforming into a tranquil and peaceful scene, poised to transform into a Buddhist Pure Land.
Under the Buddha's pervasive light, both enemy and friend were affected. The evil spirits within the dragon skeletons seemed to gradually dissipate under the divine illumination, while the Putuo Sect felt an inexplicable surge of strength, their courage doubling.
"Hmph! Using numbers to bully the few, what's the point?" Seeing this, the White Bone God snorted coldly. With a flick of his sleeve, he instantly summoned a mysterious banner. On this banner, a strange and disturbing pattern was depicted: a murky yellow river, shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
If one looked closely, one could see countless creatures of all shapes and sizes floating in the river: bones, ghosts, zombies, rotting corpses, and broken limbs. They struggled desperately in the muddy water, stepping on each other's bodies, trying to climb up the riverbank step by step.
However, the murky yellow water seemed to hold some kind of powerful restriction, so even if the demons occasionally managed to reach the shore, they would be mercilessly dragged back into the water by the surging waves or the swarms of other demons from behind. Most demons would eventually be washed to the deepest part of the river, unable to escape their fate, and those who managed to reach shore were extremely rare.
At this moment, Su Rui, standing nearby, merely glanced at the banner from afar and felt a surge of dizziness wash over him. His soul began to vibrate violently and involuntarily, as if trying to break free from the constraints of his flesh and soar into the murky yellow water within the banner, becoming part of it. This inexplicable compulsion filled him with fear, and at the same time, he grew even more wary of the magical weapon in the hands of the White Bone God.
"Don't look! Calm your mind quickly! The projection of the Forgetful River is a very yin thing. It can nourish evil spirits, and it can also capture people's souls and lure them into the devil!!" At this moment, Shi Yi appeared beside Su Rui like a ghost, slapped his shoulder hard, and shouted loudly.
Su Rui was struck by this sudden blow as if struck on the head by a club. His mind felt a sting, but he immediately recovered. He quickly closed the "Mori Golden Light Pupil".
When he cast his gaze back toward the battlefield, he saw a dozen gigantic, horrifyingly distorted white-bone demons bursting forth from the reflection of the Forgotten River within the banner. They darted out from the banner at astonishing speed, eventually converging into two balls of light—one a red cloud resembling a blazing fire, the other a shimmering blue glow. These two strange clouds of light flew out and landed steadily behind the White-Bone God.
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