Chapter 227: Dream Forest
The passage of time outside the Heavenly Book world was much slower than inside. After the Night Fiend Clan’s uprising, humans once again lived in peace, all thanks to the Illumination Goddess.
The night was deep, with a red moon hanging in the sky. Beside it, a solitary star shone just as brightly – the star that the Goddess had become, protecting the beings below.
A monk, a Taoist, and a scholar gathered again.
“Any findings these days?” Dan Daoren asked the other two. He was in charge of guarding the Academy Town, while the Ascetic Monk and the Storyteller had been out investigating.
“Killed some Night Fiend Lords, but couldn’t solve the root problem. After all this time, we still don’t know why some Night Fiends aren’t afraid of sunlight and Illumination Towers. But I found this in their bodies…” The Ascetic Monk took out a red-black stone, possibly the reason why they weren’t afraid of sunlight.
However, as the three were analyzing this strange stone, it suddenly cracked open. From within, a majestic aura emanated, shocking the three to their core. Their bodies went limp, firmly pressed into their seats. It was the majesty of a superior being, a power they had never felt before, as deep as the sea and as vast as the starry sky.
This aura was ancient and heavy, as if it had traversed countless times and spaces to reach them. Under such a terrifying aura, the three top experts of the human race were like ants, unable to muster any thought of resistance.
“Amitabha!” The Ascetic Monk reacted first, chanting Buddha’s name, then reciting scriptures. Golden light burst from his body, growing from weak to strong, finally purifying the lingering majesty. By now, the Ascetic Monk was drenched in sweat, his face pale. Just a bit of this aura had left him in such a state.
Among the three, his strength was the greatest, so he reacted earliest. Dan Daoren followed, his Dao energy rising, a pill cloud condensing above his head, finally dispelling the aura’s suppression. The Storyteller wasn’t to be outdone, reciting ancient sage texts. With each sentence, the pressure weakened, until it was completely removed.