Chapter 88: Physical Liberation Is Also Liberation

It was called a Buddhist sutra, but upon closer inspection, aside from its golden outer cover, it contained only a few pages, with visible cracks—its age unknown, worthy of being called an antique relic.

Anyone who has read Yuanzu Wuxian should know that during the Curse of the Black Cat mission, Zheng Zha and others obtained several pages of Buddhist sutras from a temple to resist Gaya’s curse.

It was said these pages were handwritten by a true disciple of Tang Xuanzang, who came to Nihon to spread the Dharma, imbued with mysterious power capable of effectively resisting curse attacks.

According to Standard-State Chu Xuan, these sutra pages were likely the progression items of the Curse World, and in some sense, even Gaya’s nemesis.

Unfortunately, because Zheng Zha underestimated human depravity, several new members who had just joined the Zhongzhou Team stole these sutra pages, and they were ultimately crushed beyond repair by a passing car, rendering them useless.

In this divergent timeline, because the West Sea Team arrived first, these sutra pages had long been stored by Julian in his storage item, preserved perfectly.

These past few days, Chu Xuan had stayed locked in the temple; besides studying Reinhardt, his greatest gain was breaking the seal on Julian’s storage item and successfully retrieving these sutra pages—perfect timing.

“Buddha bless me—Gaya’s been Epic-tier enhanced; there’s no way the progression items weren’t upgraded too. Otherwise, the Main God is too shameless.”

Wu Xian muttered softly, said a few more prayers to Buddha, then raised his left hand and swung it hard.

Instantly! Hundreds of faint golden talisman shadows materialized in midair, all radiating warm, peaceful energy.

At the same time, the sutra in his right hand trembled slightly.

Then, the pages inside seemed to come alive, pushing aside the useless cover, floating upward, and absorbing the warm energy like thirsty sponges, glowing golden in turn.

“It worked!”

Wu Xian’s eyes lit up—these talismans were secretly drawn and stored by him over the past few days, belonging to the most orthodox Buddhist lineage.

Their effect was simple: convert all forms of energy into pure Buddhist dharma power. Now they resonated with the sutra pages, supplying energy to maximize their effect.

“Captain! Hurry up! They’re almost here!”

Seeing the horde of evil spirits drawing near, Zheng Zha couldn’t help urging them; everyone else stood ready, prepared for battle.

“Qi Tengyi, read out the sutra’s content aloud, just as we planned!”

Wu Xian said gravely; the sutra pages were written in ancient Sanskrit, and only Qi Tengyi—the archaeologist who could decipher rune technology—could recite them fully.

“O-Okay!”

Hearing Wu Xian, Qi Tengyi answered nervously, rushed forward three steps at a time, scanned the twisted Sanskrit characters quickly, took a deep breath, and began chanting loudly:

“Namo Amitabhaaya, Tathagataya, Tadyatha, Amitaure, Amita, Sambhava…”

The incantation was awkward and obscure, leaving the Zhongzhou Team members dizzy.

Yet as Qi Tengyi’s voice rose, the golden light on the sutra pages grew brighter and brighter.

Within mere breaths, it formed a hemispherical aura enveloping the Zhongzhou Team, dispelling the chilling darkness that filled the space.

Moreover, the aura expanded faster and faster, sweeping over a hundred meters in diameter in an instant.

When the light touched the foremost evil spirits, their snarling, venomous expressions froze, then gradually softened into calm serenity.

Even their grotesque, elongated forms slowly reverted to human shapes, finally dissolving into golden specks that vanished from the space.

Seeing this, the Zhongzhou Team members were stunned.

Though they knew the sutra was a specialized tool against curses, this effect was too good.

If they could bring it back to the Main God Space, wouldn’t they just win effortlessly in future horror films involving spirits?

Only Wu Xian and Chu Xuan remained calm, for as soon as Qi Tengyi began reciting, they recognized the sutra’s origin.

The “Sutra of Rebirth,” also called the “Fundamental Secret Mantra of Amitabha Buddha,” is one of the Ten Short Mantras in Han Buddhist temple liturgy, specifically used to guide departed souls.

The ghosts in this fragment of the Yellow Springs were mostly those who died unjustly, unable to rest as spirits, transformed into evil spirits after prolonged imprisonment—needing a virtuous monk to chant the Sutra of Rebirth to liberate them.

Perfect match.

“Don’t celebrate too soon—if it were this easy, you’re underestimating the Main God.”

Before anyone could rejoice, Wu Xian doused their spirits, pointing to the distant, still-unvanished masses of ghostly shadows.

Clearly, the Sutra of Rebirth had limits; against truly deeply rooted evil spirits, it could not produce immediate results—only suppress and weaken their power.

But even this was good enough—it greatly eased the Zhongzhou Team’s burden.

With their current strength, they might just push through an evil spirit army reduced to less than one-tenth its original size, storm the Yellow Springs, and eradicate the source of the curse to complete the main quest.

“Now comes the hard fight… Same as always—Gaya and the curse source are mine. The rest of the trash, you handle yourselves.”

“Remember, be careful—don’t die!”

Saying this, Wu Xian seized the Huntian Yan, casually twirling the staff.

The next instant, his feet slammed into the ground, and with mental force propelling him, he shot forward like a black lightning bolt.

A brutally simple charge, utterly lacking in flair—but devastating in effect, carving a clear dividing line through the evil spirit horde.

Wherever he passed, no matter how grotesque the evil spirit, it was shattered into ash—just like those previously liberated by the Sutra of Rebirth—vanishing into thin air.

Physical liberation… is also liberation!

“Sssssss————！！” xN

On the other side, witnessing this grand scene, even the Zhongzhou Team veterans—except Chu Xuan—could not help drawing a sharp breath.

They knew Wu Xian was strong, but never imagined he’d be this strong.

Especially this image of him cutting through an army of thousands like grass—truly shocking, like stepping into a mindless superhero blockbuster.

After the brief shock, an endless yearning surged within them.

Especially the new members, fantasizing about their own enhancements in the Main God Space, dreaming they too might one day grow as powerful as Wu Xian.

“If I had this power, I could kill that man…”

Watching the figure vanish from sight, Zhao Ying’s dark eyes gleamed with fierce light.

But just then, a sharp wave of hostility struck her, making her shudder; she spun around, searching—but could not tell its source.

Was it an illusion?

“Cough! Cough!”

At that moment, Zhan Lan coughed nervously twice, then said to everyone:

“Everyone, snap to it—we’re about to fight too. Don’t let Wu Xian hog all the glory.”

“The captain’s wife is right! These evil spirits look strong—maybe they drop reward points too.”

Zheng Zha grinned, hefted his axe, his body engulfed in crimson flames like a demon from hell, charging into the chaotic evil spirit horde ahead.

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