The man with purple hair had unknowingly raised a golden formation beneath his feet, his golden-yellow meditation cushion also trembled and lifted off the ground, suspended in the air. It radiated a bright golden light, swelling wildly like a golden lotus and then slowly spinning, spreading out rings of faint golden light around it.
Wherever the golden light passed, black Sanskrit characters emerged out of thin air.
Luo Tiancheng and the ugly young man, seeing this, had their faces turn extremely unsightly, realizing that the man with purple hair had already taken a step ahead and comprehended the Buddhist secret technique depicted on the wall.
"Haha, Lu is unskilled, so he will go fetch the Buddhist treasure first. You two may continue your cultivation here slowly!" Amid his laughter, the figure of the man with purple hair gradually blurred within the formation and ultimately disappeared without a trace.
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