Chapter 1940 - 1936: 9-Story Buddha Tower
Shen Luo and his group emerged from the Demon Suppressing Tower, weaving through the architectural complex of the Little Western Paradise, heading towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda.
Bai Linglong looked at the surroundings, with the distinctive characteristics of the Buddha Country’s architecture, her eyes filled with deep-seated loathing. The years she was imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Tower were too long and unbearable, and the accumulated anger and hatred in her heart were naturally not light.
Shen Luo walked shoulder to shoulder with Nie Caizhu, his gaze constantly measuring the ancestor of the Daughter Village, Bai Linglong.
She walked at the forefront alone, with Granny Sun and the two sisters Liu Feiyan maintaining a considerable distance from her. Shen Luo only felt that from the instant she stepped out of the Demon Suppressing Tower, there seemed to be an unusual aura shrouding her.
It was as if there was an invisible funnel of Heaven and Earth around her, absorbing the surging aura from Heaven and Earth, and converging it towards her body, being absorbed silently.
However, ever since she finished battling with the Ancestral Dragon, the aura she emitted had constantly remained in the state of the Early True Immortal, despite continuously absorbing Heaven and Earth Aura on the way, her aura showed no noticeable fluctuations.
Shen Luo had no doubt that having been suppressed in the topmost level of the Demon Suppressing Tower, she must at least be an early-stage Taiyi cultivator, and her current displayed state surely wouldn’t be her true condition.
As for Beiming Kun, Shen Luo couldn’t ascertain his true motives yet. Although the previous cooperation seemed smooth, trust could not be granted easily. Everything should wait until reaching the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda for a conclusion.
Currently, Ao Hong was unconscious, and the only person Shen Luo could truly trust was his spouse beside him.
Nie Caizhu seemed to also discern Shen Luo’s thoughts, lightly grasping his hand with a slight force, gently squeezing his broad palm, giving him some support.
Shen Luo immediately smiled, releasing the frown on his forehead. They exchanged a glance, without the need for excessive words.
With each other, they were at ease.