Chapter 403: The Grand Priestess’s Absurd Thoughts!
The Grand Priestess was bathed in the radiance of the holy light.
Her dark hair danced elegantly, the divine light covering her form.
She looked like a sculpted piece of beautiful jade.
In that moment, Da Siming even thought she resembled the legendary Lady of the Nine Heavens.
The pristine staff shone like a lit wick.
Circles of light gradually spread around her.
Wherever the holy light went, those frenzied, mindless wandering spirits suddenly quieted down.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they floated in the air, becoming calm and no longer moving.
The surviving people gradually crawled up from the ground, their eyes wide in awe at this miraculous scene.
But the Grand Priestess seemed oblivious to everything around her.
Under the protection of the holy light, her hands formed different seals again.
She continued to chant the ancient ballad.
Her voice was like a celestial melody, instantly bringing peace to the heart.
Even Da Siming, usually brimming with hostility, felt a twinge of guilt from this chanting.
It seemed that she shouldn’t have spoken to the Grand Priestess so harshly moments ago.
At that moment, Da Siming had an urge to seek her forgiveness.
You see, women from the Yin-Yang School were as proud as a peacock with their heads held high—
getting them to admit their mistakes was like trying to shove a knife down their throats!
Yet now, Da Siming was having such thoughts.
Just as she was about to take a step forward, it was as if she woke from a dream.
“Wait—! There’s something off! It’s this incantation causing the problem!”
She quickly realized something was wrong; how could she ever admit fault to someone else?
In this world, the only people capable of making her lower her head were just a handful!
Coincidentally, they were all family!
Da Siming understood immediately that the Grand Priestess’s chanting possessed the ability to cleanse souls and dark hearts!
She glanced around—apart from the wandering spirits whose minds were starting to drift,
the surviving people stood dumbfounded, gazing reverently at the Grand Priestess, who looked like a goddess.
As the chanting continued, those dazed spirits suddenly began to move.
One by one, the wandering souls orderly made their way back into the underground cave.
Seeing this, Da Siming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This Grand Priestess wasn’t entirely useless after all!
At the very least, she had her own way to deal with these things.
But what Da Siming didn’t know was that while the Grand Priestess’s method was undeniably effective and had immediate results,
it consumed tremendous vital energy.
Before long, fine sweat began to bead on her smooth forehead.
Her chanting slowed, and the staff, glowing like a wick, started to flicker as if signaling to extinguish!
“Just hold on a little longer! Just a bit longer!”
Da Siming watched anxiously.
The number of wandering souls had begun to dwindle; less than thirty percent remained outside.
If they could just hold out for another half an incense worth of time, they could all return underground.
At that point, even if the Grand Priestess became exhausted, they could use explosives to finish off those wandering souls when they revived.
The Grand Priestess realized this too.
It was a critical moment—there could be no slackening, or everything she had done would be in vain.
If the wandering spirits regained their senses and counterattacked, no one here would escape unscathed!
At this moment, everyone’s life rested solely in her hands!
The Grand Priestess gritted her teeth, enduring the strain.
The fine sweat had turned into beads the size of peas, rolling down her face like pearls.
Her flowing robe was soaked through with sweat.
This drain on her vital energy was far more uncomfortable than mere physical fatigue.
But the good news was that the wandering souls were fewer now; only a fraction remained outside.
Just as the Grand Priestess was about to muster her strength to send them all back underground,
a violent thrum suddenly resonated from below the ground.
It felt as though some colossal creature had landed heavily underground.
Even the staff she had driven into the ground shook!
The brilliant light began to fade swiftly.
Those returning wandering souls seemed startled, showing signs of waking up again.
The Grand Priestess’s heart dropped, and she hurriedly channeled all her strength to continue the incantation.
Just as her staff managed to regain its glow, another tremor interrupted her at this crucial moment.
“I’ll check it out, don’t lose focus!”
Da Siming called out, turning and leaping into the cave.
But in the blink of an eye, she was sent tumbling back.
She spat out a mouthful of blood!
The unexpected turn of events left the Grand Priestess’s expression pale with shock.
Wanting to ask her what had happened, she struggled not to break her chant.
Da Siming cut a parabolic path through the air, twisting her agile waist to land safely, albeit shaken.
Yet that movement seemed to aggravate her injury, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood onto the ground.
Her face was drained of color, either from fear or the injury, looking as pale as a corpse.
“There… there’s a monster!”
After spitting blood, Da Siming finally managed to suppress her injuries and stammered out those three words with terror while looking at the underground entrance.
The Grand Priestess, deeply focused and not daring to look away, hadn’t caught what she said.
Suddenly, a large bulge formed at the ground near the cave’s entrance.
Then, with a rumble, the surface erupted!
A massive black object shot up from beneath the ground, soaring into the air!
The shockwave sent the Grand Priestess flying like a loose kite.
Having already been pushed to her limits, she was forcefully interrupted mid-spell, seriously harming her vital energy.
Her pale face grew even whiter, her heart striking like a heavy blow, and blood sprayed from her mouth in floral bursts.
And she fell onto a ground littered with sharp, hard soil and stones.
Unlike Da Siming, who had agile reflexes and could steady herself in mid-air,
if she fell, those sharp rocks and the abandoned weapons of the soldiers would puncture her like a beehive.
Though Da Siming wished to save her, she too was seriously injured and could only watch helplessly.
The Grand Priestess was scared out of her wits, seemingly visualizing her own body pierced and her face scarred.
“If Lord of the Divine saw my ruined body like this, would he feel disgusted?”
Facing death, the Grand Priestess’s absurd thought unexpectedly popped into her mind!
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