Finally, even the last vestige of clarity in the Medicine Buddha was swallowed up by that power.
He completely lost consciousness.
He seemed to have become a soulless walking corpse, standing blankly in place, motionless.
The radiant Buddhist light that once shone from his body was now replaced by wisps of black mist.
These black wisps, like venomous snakes, slithered across his body, turning his skin a jet-black color.
At this moment, the Medicine Buddha no longer possessed any trace of his compassionate and merciful aura.
Instead, it was as if they were possessed by a demon.
It exudes an eerie and terrifying aura.
The man in black robes was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He glanced at the Medicine Buddha and ordered, "Three days later, cooperate with Jie'an to take over the Xuanhuang Universe."
The Medicine Buddha raised his head.
His eyes were now filled with despair, and he cupped his hands in apology, saying, "I will obey the decree."
The man in black robes gazed towards the Heavenly Court, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his hood: "Gu Xuan, Gu Xuan, whose karma do you think you're severing?"
A simple, ancient compass was spinning wildly in his sleeve, its surface inscribed with four blood-red ancient seal characters:
[Ancient Immortal Artifact]
...
The Heavenly Feast lasted for seven days.
On the morning of the eighth day, as the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds...
Gu Xuan stood alone on the rebuilt observatory, toying with a dark gold chess piece in his hand.
"Master."
As the new year quietly arrived, the star patterns on the imperial robes appeared and disappeared in the morning light. "After the Medicine Buddha left yesterday, the Buddhist realm suddenly sealed off all passages."
The chess piece at Gu Xuan's fingertip suddenly transformed into a wisp of golden light and vanished: "Those old bald monks of the Western Sect, finally couldn't hold back anymore?"
"That's not all."
Xu Xinnian handed over a photographic stone. "The Old Man Xuanhuang used the 'Art of Listening' to detect an unusual fluctuation."
The image shows the outer perimeter of the enclosed Buddhist realm.
Faintly visible, the gray mist formed eerie runes.
Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly—the style of these runes was exactly the same as the one on the body of the Hongjun Ancestor back then!
"Looks like it'll be time to pack up the fishing nets early."
Gu Xuan suddenly turned around, "Pass down the order: I will be going into seclusion to cultivate in three days."
Xu Xinnian understood: "This disciple will strengthen the Heavenly Court's defenses."
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