I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: Chapter 1276: The Power of Faith in the Buddhist Pagoda is Gone Chapter 1275: Chapter 1276: The Power of Faith in the Buddhist Pagoda is Gone “Wuyan, you sustain the Golden Bell Shield; this old monk will recite the Six Syllable Mantra!”

Master Wuyuzi watched Wuyan's ineffective actions with a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

The cultivator Wuyan was certainly not weak, standing as a pinnacle presence even in Central Origin Realm. His cultivation level was second only to Wuyuzi within Great Thunderclap Temple. The fact that such a formidable cultivator couldn't resolve Huazi's issue stirred a foreboding feeling in Wuyuzi that lingered heavily in his heart.

They switched positions.

Wuyan deployed the Golden Bell Shield to defend against the white smoke's invasion from outside, while Master Wuyuzi swiftly moved above Great Thunderclap Temple. His eyes flickered with golden light as he looked through everything, piercing through the white smoke.

“Clairvoyant can't even see the end!”

“Could the entire Western Continent be shrouded in this white fog?”

Master Wuyuzi's heart trembled. The Clairvoyant was a Buddhist Divine Skill that allowed one to see across the Western Continent. However, now he could see nothing but a vast white expanse, which was terrifying. The target was not just Buddha Country, but the entire Western Continent!

“The Six Syllable Mantra!”

Above the heavens, a seven-colored divine light descended and interwove to form a huge grinding mill floating and turning in the void, filled with Buddha's radiance as it slowly pressed down.

It wasn't necessary for the cultivators to be enveloped in the light. Everywhere the colorful grinding mill passed, all cultivators without exception were wrapped and transformed by the dense Power of Faith, and in just a moment's breath, nearly half of the Great Thunderclap Temple was restored to normal.

“Indeed, it can counteract and erase the Power of Faith. But after merely one recitation of the Six Syllable Mantra, a tenth of the Power of Faith within me is depleted!”

Master Wuyuzi felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He had thought that with his Saint Realm cultivation level, he could instantly cleanse the entire Great Thunderclap Temple. However, it seemed he was overly optimistic. While he could manage it with full effort, it would inevitably exhaust the Power of Faith he had accumulated over years. The duration of the white smoke was unknown, and the explosions above continued without pause while the incoming white fog was still increasing. He could not take this gamble.

Grinding his teeth, the colorful grinding mill turned once more before vanishing into nothingness, and Master Wuyuzi's figure flickered as he retreated back into the Golden Bell Shield.

The Golden Bell Shield isolated all forces; the white smoke couldn't enter, and the Six Syllable Mantra couldn't exit. Otherwise, they might still have a fighting chance.

“Master Wuyuzi, what should we do now?”

“How about we first return to our respective temples and, the moment Huazi's smoke dissipates, we immediately cleanse the disciples with the Six Syllable Mantra!”

Spoke the various abbots of the temples.

Just staying here did no good. They couldn't just idly watch Huazi lead their disciples astray step by step!

“Too late!”

“I fear that at this very moment, all Buddhist cultivators have had their Power of Faith cleansed by Huazi. Have you not noticed? The unceasing Power of Faith within Buddha Country's Great Thunderclap Temple has been cut off!”

“There is no more supply from the outside world!”

Wuyan shook his head and turned to look towards the Buddhist Pagoda, speaking.

At this moment, the Buddhist Pagoda had lost all its luster. The usual radiant and prosperous Buddha light was gone, replaced only by a layer of plain gilding, signaling the disruption in the supply chain of Power of Faith circulating on Buddha's surface.

Seeing this scene unfold before them, the monks felt a darkness envelop their vision, the world spinning around them as they struggled to remain upright. They all certainly understood what this implied.

It meant that at this moment, across all of Buddha Sect, no one was offering Power of Faith to Buddha anymore; it meant that apart from the few of them, no one else in Buddha Sect possessed the Power of Faith!

Master Wuyuzi remained silent, his premonition had come true; the beneficial cycle of the Power of Faith had indeed been broken!

Cultivators without faith in their hearts cannot draw upon the Power of Faith; without it they are unable to spread the teachings of faith to the people of the world!

“There should still be a considerable amount of the Power of Faith stored within the Buddhist Pagoda; the accumulation over many years should last us quite some time. As long as we can reinvigorate the Buddhist Sect, we will continue to hold the initiative!”

Silence fell for a moment, before Wuyuzi slowly spoke.

The Power of Faith within them could still be tapped; there was Power of Faith from before stored within the Buddhist Pagoda that could still be used. Once the white fog dispersed, they could use the power of the Pagoda to spread faith across the Mainland once more, and they would still have the advantage!

The white smoke enveloped only the periphery of the Buddhist Pagoda; the places that truly stored the Power of Faith were within the inner spaces of the Pagoda, which Huazi's aura could not penetrate, causing no substantial harm!

“Blood Demon Sect, this old monk has taken note of this transgression!”

“Indeed, this is a super Great Sect with unfathomable heritage, but our Buddhist Sect has stood tall for a thousand years, we are not so easily challenged!”

“After quelling this turmoil, gather the Sect Disciples together, call upon all the Righteous Sects under the banner of the Buddhist Sect, attack the Blood Demon Sect!”

Wuyuzi spoke coldly, his tone laden with icy resolve. The Blood Demon Sect had risen to power over many years, acting with brash arrogance, and had long incurred the dissatisfaction of various powers. Once he steps forward to rally them, all the factions would lend their support at this opportune time, shaking the very foundation of the Blood Demon Sect!

“Amitabha, Master Wuyuzi has thought this through. Once this matter is settled, the monks here will contact the Demon Sealing Sect. We absolutely cannot allow the Blood Demon Sect to do as they please any longer!”

The monks beside nodded in agreement, having calmed down after the initial chaos.

The supply chain of the Power of Faith is only temporarily severed; they still have the Buddhist Pagoda. As long as the Pagoda stands, there is no problem. Once they regain control over the Buddhist Sect, the supply of the Power of Faith will return to its proper course.

Fortunately, many temples laid down Formations and prohibitions yesterday, not allowing cultivators to flee outside. Those who have regained their clarity are unlikely to escape in the short term.

For now, there is only patience in waiting.

The explosions in the sky continued for an entire two hours before gradually subsiding; Huazi was obliterated, and the white smoke enveloping the Western Continent began to slowly dissipate.

After all, the Mainland is situated above the seas, and the fog in the coastal regions will disperse quickly. The smoke at the core areas will not hold out for much longer either.

Inside the Golden Bell Shield, monks sat cross-legged, awaiting the dawn's arrival in silence.

Several hours passed and day turned to night; the white smoke within the Great Thunderclap Temple finally thinned. Wuyan the monk beckoned with his hand, summoning streams of blood-red rivers in the skies, converging into a vast river that washed away the remaining essence of Huazi.

The terrifying aura of the Saint Realm experts weighed heavily on the hearts of every cultivator within the Great Thunderclap Temple, preventing them from acting rashly.

“It is time for this old monk to make his move!”

Seeing this, Wuyuzi lifted the Golden Bell Shield and, with hands forming Seal Spells and chanting, rings of multicolored Buddhist light burst forth from his crown, reaching out to the Buddhist Pagoda to draw out its Power of Faith to cleanse the Buddha Country.

But after a moment of connection, nothing happened; the Buddhist Pagoda showed no response, as if it had fallen into dead silence.

Wuyuzi, disbelieving, once again attempted to connect with his own Power of Faith, but still, there was no response.

“Amitabha, what the Buddha… The Power of Faith within the Buddhist Pagoda has disappeared!”

“Who on earth is responsible for this!”

Chapter end

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