71 The Ceiling of the Heavens and the Bottom of River Styx

Sikong Nan waved his hands. The surging River Styx Primordial Water instantly roared towards Lin Feng, turning into a tidal wave and crashing down upon Lin Feng.

Right now Lin Feng had reached a critical moment in studying the River Styx Nirvana Mantra. Sikong Nan suddenly coming to interrupt made Lin Feng very irritated in his heart.

The 24 Śarīras floated above Lin Feng’s head. The rolling Buddhist light turned into a golden prosperous cloud, holding back the River Styx Primordial Water that fell from the sky.

The mana cultivated by Buddhist Tao techniques was the heaviest and most dense. Even the River Styx Primordial Water could not get rid of it right away.

But the golden prosperous cloud was still rapidly eroding at a visible rate and would not last for much longer.

Sikong Nan laughed coldly while staring at Lin Feng: "Let me see how long you can last." While speaking, he constantly urged the River Styx Primordial Water to attack Lin Feng.