Ye Tian thought the crisis was over, but when he saw so many scarlet blood eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
How could such a terrifying aura be created?
This ancient demon, suppressed by the academy's predecessors, still possesses such awe-inspiring strength. Just how vast is the gap between Chu Lan and him?
Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Was he truly destined to never return to the sect? This wouldn't do! His employees were waiting for him to come home. How could he be helpless?
"Don't panic, don't be afraid, and don't show any negative emotions." Chu Lan's voice was ethereal, as if she had lost all human feelings for a moment, speaking with utter indifference.
Ye Tian suddenly realized. The demons here must be able to absorb negative human emotions. The more panicked he became, the stronger the demons here would grow.
Having grasped the underlying principle, Ye Tian quickly held his breath and slowly regulated his breathing. His mind was as clear as a mirror, untouched by any dust. He focused on his inner self.
There was no fear, no trepidation, no panic.
Ye Tian slowly suppressed all the emotions in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm.
He could only gaze at the eerie, blood-red pupils in the sky, densely packed like bats. Could Chu Lan deal with them so easily?
Chu Lan waved her hand easily, and the talismans flowed freely like golden raindrops. Ye Ran, as if controlled by a god, condensed into narrow talismans in the air.
The sheer power of the raindrops she summoned startled Ye Tian. The golden raindrops she drew from her hand had spontaneously coalesced, forming a mark.
With so many talismans raining down on the blood-red pupils, both possessing immense divine power, could Chu Lan truly shatter them?
Between breaths.
The blood-red pupils were pierced by sharp nails as easily as thin paper, in the blink of an eye. The nails tore through each pupil one by one, turning them to ashes. The crackling sound of burning filled the air.
Logically, there should have been screams at this point.
Nearly a thousand blood-red pupils were being scorched and crackling by the talismans. Could it be that the true being who released these pupils felt absolutely nothing? Even if it's just a phantom, as long as it contains spiritual power, or even a tiny fraction of one billionth of one's primordial spirit, it's enough to cause the true being who released it excruciating pain.
Did he manage to endure it, or did those blood-red eyes cause him no harm at all?
Ye Tian was bewildered, but a sense of caution still crept in. This demon was not so easy to deal with. Chu Lan could act recklessly, but her cultivation level was high enough. He, on the other hand, had to be careful in everything he did, otherwise, if he died, no one would be there to collect his corpse.
Eerie, heart-pounding.
A stirring of ancient emotions arises within, like humanity's first glimpse of the ocean, the first sight of a colossal, deep blue whale swimming in its vast expanse, its cry awakening memories within the soul. This sound evokes an instinctive fear in humans.
Ye Tian was experiencing this kind of tremor. He forcibly recalled all the Taoist mental techniques in his mind, which passed through his mind one after another like a series of scriptures.
Finally, his panicked heart was gradually calmed down.
Suddenly, a strange, eerie blue arc of light rose up, like a seductive elf, a bewitching fairy, kneeling before you with an alluring, submissive gaze that lured your heart.
This arc of light had no shape yet, only color. Ye Tian could sense how eerily blue the light was, yet it rose gradually, like a void. Wrinkles slowly appeared, coalescing into various lace-like patterns. Then, gradually, a basic shape emerged.
Ye Tian's pupils constricted, for a bewitching blue lotus flower had appeared in the air. It appeared both alluring and so sacred, a sense of awe and profound reverence washing over him.
A feeling of wanting to rush forward yet being afraid rose up.
It seemed as if a demon was whispering in his ear, urging him to rush forward. Rushing forward would grant him everything he desired, free him from this dark and desolate temple, and allow him to return to the Heartless Sect.
This must be fake.
Ye Tian's last shred of reason was suppressing these thoughts, trying to maintain a semblance of clarity. But reason was gradually being swallowed up.
no!
Ye Tian bit his tongue, forcing himself to regain his clarity.
The current situation is definitely similar to a time-space freeze; only by overcoming this inner hurdle can one regain clarity.
If I can't get through, I'll inevitably head towards that eerie, demonic lotus. Then my soul will be devoured, and as for my body, it will either be possessed by a demon or become nourishment for the demon.
Ye Tian absolutely could not allow himself to fall into such a state. But this demonic lotus held an immense allure for him. If Ye Tian couldn't overcome this desire and temptation, he would never be able to cross this hurdle.
Only by seeking within oneself something that can restrain desires.
What can restrain inner desires? Only the righteous path, only... conscience.
"Disciple?" Daoist Wuchen held a whisk, leading Ye Tian with one hand and Li Xiaoyao with the other. Snow was falling heavily, engulfing the main peak, the thick snow reaching up to Daoist Wuchen's knees.
Ye Tian and Li Xiaoyao looked over blankly when they heard their master's call.
Wuchen Daoist covered Ye Tian and Li Xiaoyao's heads, and his whisk floated in the air. Wuchen Daoist laughed and said, "We cultivators, no matter how poor or how difficult life is, even if we have no charcoal to burn or no skill to make a fire in the freezing cold, we still cannot plunder the money of mortals. This is a hateful act and is despised by all cultivators in the world."
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