I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1254

Chapter 1254: Chapter 1255: This Clone is Somewhat Aloof Chapter 1254: Chapter 1255: This Clone is Somewhat Aloof Within the city, a misty whiteness prevails, transforming Great Saint City into a fog-shrouded white metropolis. There's no need for Ergouzi and the others to say much; these cultivators spontaneously sit cross-legged and begin contemplative cultivation with great focus.

“What exactly is this white mist that it has the effect of enhancing enlightenment?”

“This old monk has cultivated in the Central Origin Realm for decades, yet this is the first time I've seen such a heaven-sent auspicious realm. Could it be that our earnest dedication over the years in the Great Saint City, with cultivators abiding by their true nature, has moved the heavens?”

“I've also heard that when one's meritorious deeds are complete, such rewards can be obtained. Could it be that our Great Saint City has met certain conditions and thus ascended?”

Excitement sparkles in the eyes of the monks – this is Heaven's recognition of them!

However, after cultivating in this mist for a short while, the cries of excitement and elation noticeably diminish. Just like the cultivators in the Golden Wheel City, more and more monks' faces gradually grow dull after inhaling the white fog, their eyes filled with bewilderment, caught between dreaming and wakefulness.

Li Xiaobai watches this scene, tilts his head in thought, and, albeit reluctantly, summons a shadowy figure to take charge of the situation. They will not linger long in this city now that every second counts; they should focus their energy on the temples in the core area.

At the same time.

Overhead, seventeen cities are engulfed by a vast, oppressive shadow that blocks out the sun and dims the light.

Countless monks and faithful look up at the sky without realizing what has happened.

“Booming thunder!”

Another round of thunderous sounds echoes through heaven and earth.

Following that, the white mist surges forth like a mighty river pouring into each city, an absolutely majestic force, immediately shrouding adjacent cities so that roads, forests, and mountains are no longer visible.

“This white mist can enhance enlightenment!”

“Amitabha, my cultivation level has actually increased!”

“Master, your disciple has gained insight; your disciple now understands the true meaning within these scriptures!”

“I've… reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm…”

Huazi explodes, sweeping forth supreme might to descend upon those below, and all cultivators reap benefits as they greedily inhale the essence of Huazi.

For a moment, every cultivator in the eighteen continuous cities is shockingly synchronized in action, without exception.

A few minutes later.

The thick white mist begins to thin out, as Huazi is not infinite; having exploded, it is gone.

But by then, the monks are mostly coming to their senses.

“This old monk seems to have had a very long dream, in which I was a high-ranking monk in this Buddhist monastery, revered by tens of thousands. My grasp of Buddhist law was nearly unmatched, and I sought even more profound Buddhism, staying in the Western Continent for more than seventy years… Eh? Why is there a beard on this old monk's chin? How come my head is bald? Why is my face all wrinkled?”

“Damn it, this is no dream!”

“This old monk really spent seventy years in the Buddhist Sect!”

“Dream, my foot! A dream of millet; this is the Power of Faith, the supreme Great Divine Power of the Buddhist Sect, we've all been enlightened!”

“If it weren't for this white dust, I'm afraid we'd all still be in the dark!”

“Where's the Abbot? Drag that damn Abbot out! It was this old bastard who initiated my conversion, let's settle the score with him!”

“Who released the white smoke? Who rescued us?”

A brief moment of silence was followed by a cacophony of noise; this time, it was not excitement but angry cursing. After a moment of spiritual enlightenment, they had all come to understand the sequence of events, fusing memories of past years with those of their time within the Buddhist Sect. The cosmos within each individual had erupted.

They each sought out their superiors, those monks who had once converted them, wishing to rip them limb from limb!

Yet unknown to them, these high-ranking monks and monastic leaders were likewise converted, and even earlier, their loyalty to the Buddhist Sect deep-rooted. Even now as they slowly came to their senses, some still struggled to differentiate illusion from reality.

Unquestionably, those who actively converted others and brought cultivators into their monasteries to serve the Sect were no insignificant characters. Each and every monastery Abbot had undergone at least two Six Syllable Mantra baptisms, ensuring that the true higher-ups could trust them with the control of the monasteries.

“Everyone, please hear me out!”

Amidst the clamor that filled the cities, a figure in a wide black robe emerged from the crowd. With arms spread, composed and serene, he began explaining the course of events and deftly introduced Huazi.

As a clone produced by the System, they not only shared information with Li Xiaobai but also shared access to the System Mall, and could exchange resources. However, the cost in the finest Immortal Stones had to be covered by Li Xiaobai himself — in what people often say: “I invite, you pay!”

Li Xiaobai felt very uncomfortable with this arrangement.

Because in just fifteen minutes, he found himself mysteriously deprived of ten million top-grade Immortal Stones. Without a doubt, it was the doing of the other seventeen shadows.

In such a short time, it was impossible to have clarified the thoughts of the many monks and believers and successfully marketed Huazi. There was only one explanation: these shadows were pilfering his wealth!

Damn!

Owing to their origin from the System, these shadows could only use his resources when purchasing items within the System Mall. It didn't take much thought to realize that this group must have secretly hoarded a large amount of Huazi for future needs.

Within the Great Saint City.

Ergouzi and the shadows worked swiftly to quell and suppress the unrest in the city.

“Everyone, the Villain's Guild is here, adhering to our belief that 'If I do not enter Hell, who will?' and vowing to save all beings in the world. We willingly descend into the Demon Path and become sinners condemned to Hell!”

“Today, Master Nicholas has taken action on your behalf to cleanse the influence of the Power of Faith, momentarily reclaiming your true selves. But, be vigilant! The Power of Faith pervades the entire Buddha Country, and a moment's distraction may lead to another conversion. To this end, our Villain's Guild has newly introduced a Magic Treasure powerful enough to counter the Buddhist Sect — Huazi, with just one can revitalize and awaken the mind!”

“Continuous use for ten years can compensate for the decades lost!”

Ergouzi and the shadow earnestly introduced Huazi, with the shadow moving quickly, almost instantaneously placing Huazi into the mouths of every cultivator in the city. Li Xiaobai watched with dizzying confusion, filled with doubt.

This shadow was his clone, sharing the same System, which by reason meant their skills ought to be identical. How then could this clone teleport?

“A master!”

“Moving tens of thousands of times in a single breath, this is a method exclusive to the Saint Realm powerhouses who have gained some insight into the Power of Space!”

“The Villain's Guild, it is the experts within this guild who are rescuing us!”

Witnessing the shadow's actions, the monks were dumbfounded, as the Magic Treasure known as Huazi suddenly appeared in their mouths without notice. Among them were no lack of Semi-Saint masters, yet none sensed anything in their presence – unquestionably the work of someone from the Saint Realm.

Chapter end

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