Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 378 - 378 68 Buddha_2

378: Chapter 68 Buddha_2 378: Chapter 68 Buddha_2 As the singing began, everything around fell into a subservient position, as if the entire altar existed solely to bring forth this sound.

Inside Qianjiang, everyone held their breath and focused, silently watching the scene projected by Su He.

Canchen Taoist, with a serious bubble over his head, said, “Don’t get distracted, engrave this sacrificial dance and song into your memory—better yet, imprint it in your Divine God Soul forever and never forget!

These are the words of the Tao!”

Because humans speak, those not of the Tao cannot speak human words.

Before Su He crossed the Heavenly Tribulation and appealed to the heavens and earth for the Tian Di Tao Rhyme, she could not utter human words.

Conversely, the Great Tao coalescing might also produce human sounds.

Even commoners have encountered such phenomena, with winds passing through valleys emitting human-like voices, sometimes even warning them not to enter or what actions to take.

This is fate—should a commoner hear the voice of the Tao and gain enlightenment, their future is boundless.

At the very least, following the words of the Tao could turn peril into safety and easily lead them to great treasures.

The Soul Calling ritual adapted by Ji Feixue would resonate with the Great Tao, calling the soul through the Tao.

Remember this sound, and on the path to cultivating one’s Divine God Soul, substantial progress is assured.

As Canchen Taoist reminded them, Su Huanian had already transmitted a message to Su He, “Remember this dance, the lyrics and the tune.” In terms of insight, she far surpassed her own husband.

As the sound of the Tao spread, the entire altar, along with Long Min, fell into a dream-like state, as if the space was warped and not part of the same world.

A sense of detachment emanated from the altar.

Within Qianjiang, Canchen Taoist looked at the scene and said, “The altar is now between reality and illusion, half in this world, half searching for the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi with the wooden comb.”

Su He nodded, understanding.

It was like fishing—the person on the shore, the line cast into the water, and the wooden comb was the bait.

After the bait was cast, it didn’t take long for a result—a blue flame suddenly ignited on the wooden comb, and within it, the figure of Qian Qianzi appeared, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Her Divine God Soul had been found.

As soon as Qian Qianzi appeared, she tried to escape within the flames but at that moment, a large “Swastika” appeared in the flame, ruthlessly Suppressing the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi.

“How dare you!”

“Damn it!”

Accusations filled the screen within Qianjiang.

The Swastika was obstructing the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi from returning; her Divine God Soul was imprisoned by someone!

With a roar, Su He charged toward the altar.

Su Huanian had already flashed onto the altar, and with a gentle wave of her hand, she sent Long Min away from the altar.

With a flick of her wrist, the Immortal Sword transformed into a beam of Sword Light that targeted the Swastika.

The Swastika glowed with a brilliant golden light, repelling the Immortal Sword.

A tremendous force surged forth, and Su Huanian pivoted to stand at the center of the altar.

The flame on the wooden comb instantly weakened, almost on the verge of going out.

With a concentrated gaze, Su Huanian set the Immortal Sword aside and began to dance, taking over Long Min’s position and personally conducting the summoning.

Stepping Sky Two-fold’s immense Spiritual Energy burst out.

The faintly vanishing sound of the Tao on the altar suddenly became melodious and clear.

The same Soul Calling, the same Witch Dance, but when Su Huanian danced, it was entirely different from Long Min’s, and even the sound of the Tao carried a bit of a cold and serene tone.

Su He leapt up, her Divine Sense rapidly sweeping in all directions while she used her utmost gaze to search around the vicinity.

Stones and vegetation could no longer obstruct her vision.

The Witch Dance had just begun, and she had pinpointed the Divine God Soul of Qian Qianzi, ready to call it back immediately.

The Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi was not far!

Su He searched tirelessly, but to no avail.

Below, on the altar, the flame reignited, yet failed to call Qian Qianzi back.

Qian Qianzi struggled left and right but was consistently blocked by the Swastika.

However, the Swastika could not penetrate Qian Qianzi’s Divine God Soul either, a faint golden light at her brow completely blocking the Swastika.

Inside Qianjiang, Canchen Taoist abandoned the chat window, transmitting his consciousness directly, “Nanming!”

With a fiery gaze and solemn expression, True Person Nanming assured, “Don’t worry, there’s no problem on my side.” He was guarding Ji Feixue’s flesh body, using it to protect the Divine God Soul, at least for the moment, there was no issue.

Moreover, True Person Nanming vaguely felt that in addition to his protection through the Formation and the Guardian Golden Lotus, something else was guarding inside the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi.

Otherwise, the pressure on him should have been much greater.

“Find the Three Phases!” True Person Nanming replied through his consciousness.

Even outsiders could tell that the method Suppressing the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi came from the Buddhist school.

Professional matters require professionals.

As he spoke, Canchen Taoist had already arrived on the Three Phases Monk’s small island.

With a wave of his hand, the small zen building rose from the ground and was tossed aside, revealing an old monk sitting in meditation with closed eyes.

Three Phases Great Master practiced the Immovable Ming King and the silent meditation, and had not retracted the consciousness body from Qianjiang.

Instead, the consciousness body fell into an immovable, speechless state, unaware of external affairs – synchronized with its main body, just like the Dragon Turtle Egg within the Mountain and Sea.

Canchen Taoist rushed up and slapped the old monk’s face twice.

“Wake up!

Wake up, you lecherous monk!”

Slap after slap fell, dumbfounding the people of Qianjiang.

The method was crude, but effective, and soon the Three Phases Great Master opened his eyes.

The bubble above his head exploded, “You bastard, Canchen!

I had just entered meditation, and here you are, trying to kill me…”

“Qian Qianzi’s Divine God Soul is being Suppressed!” Canchen Taoist’s intention thundered in the monk’s consciousness body.

For a moment, the monk was stunned, not yet recovered from the shock, but had already been dragged by Canchen Taoist to Su He’s Small Island and pointed at the scene projected by Su He.

In the displayed scene, the Soul Calling Altar was ethereal, the flames flickered, and despite the Divine Spirit of Qian Qianzi making several attempts to break through, the Swastika thwarted her every time.

The previously enraged Three Phases Monk suddenly calmed down, turning to Su He, “Young friend, pass the coordinates to me.”

Locating somewhere in the Profound Realm wasn’t difficult; sending a strand of one’s Avatar’s essence over would suffice.

Taking a speck of intention essence from Su He, the Three Phases Monk slowly closed his eyes, as if once again entering the state of the Immovable Ming King.