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"A psychic sinner?!"

The Immortal Cult Master was also speechless. These four words seemed to carry some kind of forbidden curse, causing even a powerful expert like him to feel a chill rise from his spine.

The "remnants of psychic abilities" are merely the descendants of the lackeys who sided with the Spirit Clan back then. Although they are feared by the Spirit Clan, they are still within the scope of being "understandable and manageable".

The "Spirit Sinners" are the true powerhouses of the Spirit Clan.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Celestial Realm, for some reason, regarded the Spirit Communication Clan as "Spirit Communication Lackeys," which led to a war of punitive expedition. In official documents and proclamations, they referred to the Spirit Communication Clan as "Spirit Communication Sinners," while "Spirit Communication Lackeys" and their descendants, "Spirit Communication Remnants," were actually alternative names used by the people in their indignation.

In addition, the dozen or so "spirit demons" from the war tens of thousands of years ago were also a nickname given by the people in their indignation to the top powerhouses among the "spirit lackeys".

In other words, this person is a powerful survivor among the "spiritual lackeys." There are still survivors from the war tens of thousands of years ago, and he has appeared at this moment.

"This is impossible." But soon, the Immortal Cult Master shook his head frantically. The great war back then cost so much, and there had been tens of thousands of years of peace. How could there still be any psychic sinners alive? He looked at Kasyapa and the others, wondering if they had seen wrong.

How could Kasyapa and Kanan be mistaken? Although they tried their best to maintain their composure, the fear in their eyes could not be completely concealed.

The Bitter Sea has a long history, and its records of "spiritual sinners" are far more detailed and terrifying than those of forces like the Immortal Cult.

That was a race that had truly touched the fundamental law of "end" of heaven and earth. Their very existence was regarded in some ancient doctrines as a sign of "great calamity" and a source of sin that had to be "purified".

Furthermore, according to the manuscripts passed down by the surviving Buddha, a psychic demon once risked his life to lead a group of "psychic clansmen" out of the encirclement and escaped the Heavenly Star Realm, disappearing without a trace.

Therefore, Ku Hai was still resentful of the "remnants of spiritualism".

"Amitabha... The cycle of cause and effect is inevitable, and retribution is inevitable. The ancient sinful race can no longer restrain itself and is about to reappear in the world and stir up another calamity?" Facing the gaze cast by the Immortal Sect Master, Kasyapa Buddha's voice was deep, and the nine-ringed staff in his hand trembled slightly, as if resisting the omnipresent deathly erosion.

The sorrow on Venerable Kanan's face deepened. Under the influence of the psychic sinner's aura, the serene Buddhist light surrounding him struggled to circulate, as if he had encountered a "king" of the same origin but of a higher level.

His withered fingers twirled the prayer beads more quickly as he said slowly, "This is no ordinary remnant; it is true 'sinful blood.' We cannot fight it by force, nor can we let it leave."

Beside him, Bai Qin's shock was quickly replaced by a deeper resentment. He stared intently at the blurry figure and suddenly hissed, "Very well, very well indeed! The psychic criminals dare to show themselves in the world and even dare to protect this little bastard. Perfect! Today, I will exterminate you all to comfort my son's spirit in heaven!"

Despite his sharp words, he involuntarily retreated several feet, the sluggish feeling of his spiritual energy making his heart pound.

This "sinner" can influence or even "sever" the resonance between a powerful cultivator at the Law Domain Realm and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth simply by appearing and waving his hand, demonstrating an unbelievable level of control over power.

The leader of the Immortal Cult's eyes flickered, clearly understanding the unspoken meaning of the two Buddhas' words, and had no choice but to accept this shocking fact.

Although the Immortal Cult Master didn't know as much as Kasyapa, as the cult leader, he vaguely knew that this "spirit-communicating sinner" possessed unfathomable strength and bizarre methods, and also had the bloodline of the Spirit Race. Even if the four of them could capture him, they would likely pay an unbearable price. However, if they allowed him to take Chen Mo away, the consequences would be equally unimaginable. His mind raced, and he suddenly shouted in a deep voice:
“Venerable Ganan is right. Although this fiend's aura is strong, judging from its appearance, it is probably not at its peak. Moreover, since it is protecting that boy, it must be hesitant to harm him. If we join forces, we might be able to…”

Before he could finish speaking, the blurry figure that had stood motionless like the embodiment of the end suddenly moved. It ignored the Immortal Cult Master's psychological maneuvering, and its blurry head seemed to turn slightly towards Chen Mo, as if it were "looking" at the increasingly distant battlefield of the phoenix's mournful cry and fierce pursuit, which had already left the Starry Small World.

Then, it made a simple movement—bent down, stretched out its blurry arm made of shadows and dust, and gently placed it on the shoulder of Chen Mo, who was on the verge of death and unconscious.

The moment its finger touched Chen Mo, another change occurred.

The faint life force on Chen Mo's body, which was almost fading into the wood, suddenly became active and pulsating, as if drawn by a force of the same origin but infinitely greater. From the collapsed wound on his chest, faint black and white energy seeped out on its own, faintly echoing the gray-black energy on the arm of the psychic criminal.

“He…he really is a remnant of the spiritual realm, able to resonate with this sinner.” Kasyapa Buddha murmured, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"We must not allow them to complete any ritual or inheritance." The Immortal Cult Master made a decisive decision and shouted, "Attack!"

He knew that there was no time to hesitate any longer. His immortal golden body burst forth with unprecedented light, and he formed a hand seal. A terrifying fist seal, seemingly containing the cycle of creation, growth, and extinction of all things, was unleashed first. This strike was one of his trump cards, intended to disrupt and test the waters.

Bai Qin responded almost simultaneously, his white tiger blood boiling. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of his life essence blood, which merged into the condensed platinum claw light. The claw light instantly transformed into a lifelike, murderous platinum giant tiger phantom, roaring as it pounced on the spiritual criminal and Chen Mo, its power several times stronger than before.

Kasyapa and Kanan also realized the seriousness of the situation and no longer held back. Kasyapa Buddha threw the nine-ringed staff into the air. The staff swelled in the wind and transformed into a golden pillar of light that reached the heavens and the earth. Countless scriptures swirled around it, carrying a powerful force of suppression and purification, and crashed down.

Venerable Kanan crushed a seemingly ordinary rosary in his hand, and a purer, annihilating Buddhist light, seemingly capable of instantly bringing all things to their end, silently spread out, its target being the gray-black vortex and the lower body of the psychic sinner.

The four powerful beings at the Law Domain Realm truly set aside their wariness and calculations, unleashing a combined attack powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers and extinguish the sun and moon. The terrifying energy fluctuations accelerated the annihilation of this already shattered star world ruins, and spatial rifts spread everywhere.

However, faced with this devastating attack, the psychic sinner simply maintained his bent-over posture and slowly raised his other blurry arm.

This time, it was no longer waved randomly.

Its five fingers made a "grip" motion very slowly.

As it closed its five fingers, the strange domain within a radius of a thousand feet, which had originally only had its spiritual energy "cut off," suddenly underwent a qualitative change.

All colors—the golden light of Buddha, the platinum tiger shadow, the immortal fist imprint, even the background color of the sky and the filth of the earth—were fading away at an alarming speed, turning into a pure, soul-freezing gray-white.

All sounds—the roar of energy, the shattering of space, even the beating of hearts and the flow of blood—were completely swallowed up, plunging into deathly silence.

Time seems to lose its meaning here, and space freezes into an eternal backdrop.

The combined attack of the four powerful figures plunged into this rapidly expanding, absolutely gray and desolate domain, like a raging fire falling into an endless abyss of ice. Its power visibly diminished, dimmed, and finally… froze in mid-air, as if transforming into still, faded ancient murals. (End of Chapter)