"Everyone, there's no need to hide anymore... Since you dared to venture into the Qitian Temple, you must have been mentally prepared."
"We initially thought we would be facing a Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, sealed for ages, with its breath depleted. Unexpectedly, it turns out to be a being with great perseverance, enduring thousands of years, willing to transform into a corpse only when directly confronting a crisis."
"But fortunately, having just transformed into the Curse Corpse King, it's at its weakest!"
"Everyone, suppress together!"
The sound of chanting echoed like sound waves, the Buddha Light shone to the sky, yet it was incomparably cold.
The Chan Wen Ascetic Monk from the Western Regions Buddha Land stood on a white jade slide, hands clasped, the monk robe fluttering incessantly, the sound of solemnity reverberating continuously.
