Even within the perception of his soul, he felt as if he wasn't on the battlefield, nor had he ambushed Bai He; it seemed like he had been in the Quiet Room all along, meditating and comprehending the Dharma.
'Have I not moved at all this whole time, engaging diligently in cultivation? Could it be that all that happened before was the doing of a mind demon?'
This thought had just flashed through Monk Xuanming's mind.
When his heart was filled with great urgency.
This anxiety burned like a blazing fire, leaving one no peace.
It made him realize that this was no illusion nor the work of a mind demon, but an actual ambush— he'd been caught in a trap.
Just like earlier, when he had waited for the right moment to launch a sudden attack, ambushing Bai He.
"No matter what kind of ambush, within a single move, it would be folly to try and break my Yin Yang Bodhi Golden Body; I must carry out this palm strike to first eliminate Zhou Ping'an's right-hand men."
