Dustleave Sword shoots forward.
The darkness remains.
The sword-light fails to dispel the darkness over there.
Evan Lynn stands his ground, summons Dustleave with a single gesture, and stows it in the Four-Directions Sword Casket.
Evan, staring at the unbroken darkness, wastes no words. With a single tap of his finger, a hundred Buddhist Seal Runes condense before him.
Instantly.
In that moment, everyone present feels a vast, majestic aura spreading from the runes in front of Evan.
This aura is far more abundant and powerful than the spiritual qi from before.
Unlike all other powers—
When the Buddhist Seal Runes appear, no one feels any pressure.
Instead, they feel the fatigue and fear throughout their bodies suddenly lessen by a lot.
Golden light bursts forth.
Hundreds of Buddhist Seal Runes tear through the air, racing toward the patch of darkness at incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye—
The Buddhist Seal Runes reach the darkness.
Instantly.
Jets of black smoke shoot out, tangling with the runes in a fierce struggle.
Golden light flashes suddenly.
The figure within the darkness lets out a cold laugh, then lightly taps the air with a reversed hand.
Not long after—
In front of the darkness, over a hundred jet-black reverse Buddhist Seal Runes manifest.
On one side, golden Buddhist Seal Runes flash bright; on the other, pitch-black reverse runes.
The two types of runes look nearly identical, but their directions are completely opposite.
As soon as they appear and collide, countless holy chants and furious curses explode through the world.
Everyone's face changes drastically.
Even Evan Lynn frowns slightly.
"You use Buddhist Seal Runes against me? That's kind of interesting. But do you know there's an upright and a reverse? Where there's 卍, there's also its reverse. And I just happen to command the latter."
That icy voice is full of laughter.
The laughter is chilling, like a cold wind piercing the heart, carrying a bone-deep chill.
Not long after—
Hundreds of golden Buddhist Seal Runes and pitch-black reverse runes clash, then vanish completely—dispersing into the world as if they never existed.
"Cut the crap. Since you’re already here, what’s the point in hiding?"
Evan Lynn stares at the patch of darkness ahead, his voice cool and crisp.
"If you’re begging so hard, I’ll grant your wish."
The figure within the darkness lets out a booming laugh.
His voice is as chilling and sharp as ever.
No matter what he says, that bone-deep chill never fades from his words.
The moment his words fall—
Everyone watches as the mass of darkness gathered before the Great Bronze Sarcophagus suddenly stirs.
The entire clump of darkness surges toward Evan Lynn’s position.