Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 902 The Karmic Fire of All Beings
If the attacks of the Golden Core cultivators are likened to raindrops in a downpour, then Ji An's attacks are likened to bombs.

He didn't attack with all his might, nor did he slack off; he used only seven-tenths of his strength.

At crucial moments, he will unleash his full power in his Nascent Soul Dharma Form to launch an attack.

The Buddhist array was shaking violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

However, this situation only lasted for a brief second before the Buddhist formation stabilized again.

Ji An stopped his attack, squinted as he observed the situation elsewhere, a smile appearing on his lips.

The defensive capabilities of the Buddhist formation were much weaker than at the beginning. When Xuanxiao Zhenjun and the others first arrived, his lightning magic of the same level could only cause a shock for half a second.

He felt that at most half a month later, they could unite everyone for a full-scale attack. Once they captured a temple, it would mean that a breach had been made in the outer perimeter of the Buddhist formation, and it would also signify that the war had entered a new phase.

The setting sun cast an orange-red glow behind us, and the crimson clouds resembled a giant fish swimming in the sea of ​​the sky.

The earth was painted with a scarlet color. Ji An felt the rhythm of the blood surging in his body and knew that it was now the beginning of the hour of You (5-7 PM), time to sound the retreat.

He let out a clear whistle, sending a message to his two allies.

At this time, the cultivator team was relatively weak in combat. After an hour and a half of continuous attacks, everyone's mana was depleted. If they wanted to retreat, they had to be wary of the Buddhist cultivators' counterattack.

Deep and clear whistling sounds came from afar, followed by the magic array in the northern region ceasing its attack and preparing for an orderly retreat.

Suddenly, more than twenty Nascent Soul level Buddhist cultivators rushed out from the Buddhist formation. They stood very close to each other, urging their Buddhist light to rush towards the formation that had stopped attacking.

Ji An noticed the enemy's movements but did not provide immediate support.

This is an old trick of the enemy. The Buddhist monks used to like to rush out and take out a wave of damage when the cultivators retreated. Everyone is good at dealing with it. His role is to provide support for dangers that cannot be dealt with.

Furthermore, rushing to provide support might allow another group of cultivators to launch a surprise attack on the area he was responsible for. He had to wait for Xuanfeng Zhenjun from the other side to fly over and fill the gap.

He saw Juque Zhenjun go to meet him. The other party was a body cultivator with extremely strong individual combat ability, but had few means of defending against others. In this situation, he could only take the initiative to attack.

Ji An frowned slightly. The Buddhist light released by the Buddhist cultivators today was very bright, and he couldn't see the situation inside it clearly. He couldn't help but wonder:
'Are you trying to play a trick? Or are you just scared out of your wits?'

While desperately activating the Buddha's light enhanced Shi Xiu's abilities, it also consumed a great deal of energy, making it unsuitable for prolonged battles.

The Nascent Soul True Monarch led the Golden Core cultivators to quickly form an array and activate a magical light barrier to resist, but the situation was precarious, and the addition of the Giant Sword True Monarch could not alleviate the critical situation.

At this moment, True Lord Xuanfeng flew over and let out a whistling sound to signal.

Ji An glanced back and then quickly activated the Golden Light that pierced the earth. The multicolored light, like a rainbow, cleaved the sky, and the magnificent colors made the clouds in the sky pale in comparison.

In Shi Xiu's group, the Venerable Jingci watched out of the corner of his eye as the dazzling light flew towards them, a sinister smile appearing on his lips.

All the Buddhist cultivators knew that this cultivator who could unleash the Chaos Five Elements Thunder was the strongest among the immortal cultivators. If they could severely injure him, it would be a huge blow to the morale of the enemy.

He calculated the enemy's escape speed and released dozens of fist-sized golden spheres.

As soon as the sphere flew out of the area shrouded in Buddha's light, the monks ceased their fighting and immediately retreated at an astonishing speed.

The sphere contains the karmic fire of sentient beings suppressed by the Buddha's light. If attacked, it will immediately explode, releasing the desires and distracting thoughts of sentient beings.

Even without being attacked, the Buddha's light cannot suppress the attack for long; at most, it can only last for five breaths.

Buddhist practitioners know the dangers of such desires and are unwilling to be tainted by them.

This thing is not fatal to them; if they are directly affected, it will take several years to remove the effects.

For cultivators, these desires are not simply a matter of affecting their state of mind.

As Ji An activated the Golden Light of the Earth, the hand seals changed, and he gathered magic power to release the Chaotic Five Elements Thunder. However, the Buddhist cultivators were fleeing too fast, and the spell failed to hit them.

Upon seeing the golden spheres falling from the sky, the other cultivators immediately activated their magical artifacts to attack.

Unable to withstand the internal and external troubles, the Buddha's light could no longer suppress the karmic fire of sentient beings and exploded.

This triggered a chain reaction, causing all the golden spheres to explode one after another. The intangible desires and emotions then displayed an eerie black color, sweeping across the area like a cosmic explosion.

A dense black light blotted out the sky, as if the world were upside down.

The power of desire spread extremely quickly, like a black light, enveloping an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres around it.

The black light struck the Buddhist array, producing a sizzling sound, as if highly corrosive sulfuric acid had fallen onto metal.

It seemed as if countless people were speaking, their whispers, filled with emotions of madness, anger, and cowardice, converging into a wave that bombarded the eardrums of all the monks.

When the black light erupted, Ji An immediately channeled his magic power into the Five Directions Flag Spirit Treasure. He did not believe that these attacks could affect him, but his fighting instincts prompted him to do so.

The moment that seductive whisper sounded, he immediately sealed his ears. However, he found that even this could not stop the voice from entering his sea of ​​consciousness, and countless strands of black light surged into the Moon Palace, rushing towards his nascent soul.

The nascent soul activated its magic and mobilized its power to try to stop it, but found that the condensed spiritual light did not have much effect. A lot of black light still rushed towards the nascent soul, disappearing immediately like rainwater merging into a lake.

The nascent soul's clear black and white eyes immediately turned blood red, and Ji An's eyes followed suit. He felt an endless rage rising in his heart, an impulse to destroy everything.

He realized something was wrong, so he took out one mid-grade fourth-level spirit-stabilizing talisman and one spirit-purifying talisman and activated them without hesitation.

This was a precious talisman prepared long ago, specifically to deal with today's situation. It has to be said that being prepared is always wise.

He didn't know whether the enemy's attack was a soul attack, but both of these talismans passed down from the Buddhist monks had the effect of calming the mind and spirit.

The talisman emitted a moon-white light that enveloped him, and the serene moonlight also shone into the Guanghan Palace, leaking down from the coffered ceiling of the main hall.

The crimson in the Nascent Soul's eyes, bathed in light, diminished considerably, regaining some clarity, and its desire to destroy everything also faded considerably.

Others were not so lucky; some Golden Core cultivators even activated their magic weapons to attack their teammates, and the situation instantly descended into chaos.

Screams and frantic shouts rose and fell, and some cultivators even subdued their teammates and were about to commit filthy acts in public.

The True Lords are not having an easy time either. Many of their Nascent Souls are tainted with black light, forcing them to desperately suppress the rising desires of aggression, possessiveness, lust, and so on within them.

Ji An immediately activated the power of his natal spiritual treasure, letting out a long howl. The Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner resonated with the howl, and the deep, resonant sound echoed in the void and on the earth.

The power of earth itself carries the divine meaning of soothing the soul. The earth bears everything, including the resentment and bitterness of life at the moment of death.

The whispers that had been so pervasive weakened considerably, and the various emotions and desires in their hearts also subsided. The Nascent Soul cultivators had basically 'recovered'.

A moment later, the desire formed a black light that quickly dissipated and merged into the air, being absorbed into the bodies of the cultivators without their noticing.

The chaos in that short period of time caused great damage. Some Golden Core cultivators died directly, and many others were seriously injured, with quite a few losing limbs.

Such injuries are unlikely to heal without high-level elixirs and miraculous medicines; only Nascent Soul stage body cultivators possess the supernatural ability to regenerate severed limbs.

Within the Buddhist assembly, a high-ranking monk, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but feel a sense of smugness and said:

"The karmic fire of all beings can produce such results; we should have used it long ago."

Brother Jingci, should we fight our way out again now?

The enemy is currently in a state of disarray, making it an opportune time to eliminate their manpower.

The karmic fire of sentient beings has accumulated for a hundred years, and today two-thirds of it has been used directly. Lanruo Temple and Zhilan Temple released it at the same time, with roughly equal amounts.

The remaining blazing fire was kept in reserve to deal with the enemy's counterattack.

The Venerable Master Jingci waved his hand, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light:

“If we attack the enemy now, those wounded cultivators won’t have time to dodge and will be killed by us. That’s not good. Sometimes, preserving the wounded can be more beneficial.”

The Karmic Fire of All Beings will have a greater impact on these wounded. Those cultivators who are unable to fight will most likely move to the rear, and the evil thoughts in their hearts will inevitably be amplified infinitely by the Karmic Fire of All Beings.

At that time, they will be able to attack the cultivators' interior without lifting a finger.

His only worry now is that among the cultivators tainted by desire, several dark demons controlled by desire will emerge, and in that case, these people will inevitably have their merits diminished.

It seemed as if fire was about to burst from Juque Zhenjun's eyes, and a strange red light flickered in the deepest part of his eyes.

He realized something was wrong with his condition, suppressed the urge to continue attacking the Buddhist formation, and shouted:

"Each group collects the bodies of their teammates and evacuates in an orderly manner."

His voice was filled with madness as he flew to the vicinity of the Buddhist formation to prepare for a possible enemy attack.

Ji An and Xuanfeng Zhenjun returned to their respective territories and relayed the same order.

The monks began to retreat, many with tears glistening in their eyes. A suppressed sadness spread through the area, the air grew heavy, and breathing seemed difficult.

The fighting has never seen such massive casualties before.

After all the cultivators had retreated to a place a hundred miles away from Lanruo Temple, Ji An and the other two gathered together, and he spoke:

“Something’s wrong. I know clearly that my nascent soul has been attacked by an unknown force, but at this moment I can’t sense or perceive what’s wrong.”

But the power of the purification talisman I released is being continuously depleted; clearly, those attacks have lurked in ways we are unaware of.

(End of this chapter)