Holy Pattern, useless.
Xie Tian, is still at the fourth level of the Source Realm.
Chou Tian, Yuan Ba, the She Ri Bow, and the Five Feet Illusionary Golden Dragon, each at their own levels, have some understanding of this matter, but they all share one thing in common—they cannot explain it.
"Decomposing, Decomposing the Holy Pattern..." Chou Tian stared blankly at the rapidly approaching five-colored illusionary world, his mind filled with shock, "Besides the Dao Patriarch, who could decompose the Holy, Holy Pattern..."
"Amitabha..."
Although Yuan Ba does not understand the decomposition of the Holy Pattern, he knows that Chou Tian's mouthful of blood is not unrelated to the Holy Pattern.
"But hasn't the Holy Pattern already been within the young master's body... Could it be that the young master used the other's Holy Pattern within his own body to counter this?"
With this thought, Yuan Ba's Buddha body began to sway.
