Chapter 068: Light Piercing the Darkness

Isn’t this just like lighting a lamp in the bathroom, begging for death? Of all places to fall, why did I have to land in its arms? I would rather have hit the ground and gotten injured! It opened its gaping, bloodstained maw, lunging for my neck. With one hand, I braced against its lower jaw, gritting my teeth—I couldn’t let go, not even if it killed me!

Yet the searing pain from my other arm made it impossible to muster all my strength. I could only watch helplessly as its mouth inched closer and closer.

“Amitabha. Thus, in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, perception, volition, or consciousness, no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind, no color, sound, scent, taste, touch, or phenomena, no realm of sight…” Though Yu Nie’s voice was weak, each word resounded through the ancient temple.

The grip of the red-and-white fiend slowly loosened. I tumbled to the ground, scrambled to my feet, and put two full meters between us.

Clear as day, I saw the fiend’s face twisted in agony with every syllable of Yu Nie’s chanting. It clawed frantically at its own face, shredding flesh until it was a mess of blood and gore—nothing left that could be called a face.

Gradually, it dropped to its knees, bashing its head repeatedly against the wall.

Crack!

The sound of a skull shattering reached my ears.

I watched, curious, and at that moment, Yu Nie’s chanting suddenly ceased. I turned—he had collapsed to the floor.

And yet the red-and-white fiend continued its frenzied kowtowing, showing no sign of stopping. Wisps of white smoke began to rise from its body, as if it were about to burst into flames.

Glancing at my arm, now missing a chunk of flesh, I thought, At least biting that piece off wasn’t for nothing.

I steadied myself, drawing a deep breath. Instead of helping Yu Nie, I walked behind the red-and-white fiend.

While it was under the spell of the consecrated Buddha statue, I drew a massive talisman across its back.

My face set with resolve, I ignored the pain, joined my hands in a seal, and shouted, “Three thousand Daoist arts, Supreme of Thunder, myriad bolts descend, annihilate all evil— I am the Thunder God, the Thunder God is me! By command of the Law, now!”

The talisman I had carved seemed to come alive with the incantation. A burst of white light flashed—the mark seared itself through the fiend’s clothing and branded its back like a red-hot iron!

I took another breath. “Let me help you a bit more!”

Forming a palm with one hand, I drew a charm in my palm and struck its back. “Break!”

Empowered by the dual incantations, the fiend’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Moments later, it stopped bashing its head and slowly lifted its gaze to the heavens.

Boom…

It was as if something exploded inside it. Instantly, a swarm of black mist—wrathful souls—poured from its body, trying to flee, but an invisible force sucked them all into the Buddha statue!

A wind rose out of nowhere in the ancient temple. How long it lasted, I couldn’t say. At last, the sinister gale died down. Uncle Li’s corpse slumped motionless to the ground.

If not for the fresh blood staining the floor, you’d think nothing had happened at all.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Someone nearby kept chickens? Why did I suddenly hear the crow of a rooster?

I helped Yu Nie to his feet, gazing through the temple gate into the sky outside.

Darkness was receding bit by bit. Though the sun had yet to rise, its rays were already piercing the clouds, guiding eyes long lost in shadow toward the light.

I carried Yu Nie outside the temple, letting the sparse sunlight bathe his body.

Ripping a strip from my shirt, I bound his wounded abdomen tightly, hoping I wasn’t too late.

Looking down at Yu Nie, unconscious and deathly pale, all I could do was pray for his survival.

I rose and returned to the temple. Uncle Li’s body lay face-down, undisturbed. I had thought He Chuan had been unconscious all this time, but when I glanced over, I realized he had woken up at some point. Though he kept his eyes squeezed shut, his trembling hands betrayed him.

I had no intention of exposing him—there were more important matters at hand.

I walked to a corner of the temple and retrieved my phone, hidden in the shadows.

I had left it on airplane mode, recording everything; watching the playback just now was as thrilling as a movie.

I saved the video, switched off airplane mode—and immediately, countless missed calls and messages from Wang Zihao flooded in.

I waited several seconds until the notifications stopped, then sent the video to Wang Zihao. After that, I walked out of the temple and leaned beside Yu Nie, quietly savoring the gentle warmth of the sunlight.

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Chapter 68: Light That Pierces the Darkness.