Chapter 2210 - 1192:

Yang Xiao immediately realized that these auras belonged to those figures hidden in the shadows, those strange and bloated silhouettes.

Yet, mysteriously, these auras only existed for a fleeting moment before mysteriously disappearing. Standing in his position now, he could no longer see those figures concealed in the darkness.

This scene baffled Yang Xiao; he was certain that the scene he just witnessed was not a hallucination.

However, there were at least a dozen of those auras, with the strongest having surpassed mid-stage Nether Realm strength, and even the weaker ones were at half-step Nether Realm level.

Combined, these people possessed terrifying power. How did the Esoteric Sect suddenly gather so many experts?

Within the Four Great Families of Yin Temple, the Esoteric Sect’s power was second only to the Blood Sect commanded by the Yin Temple High Priest. Over the years, in its disputes with the Dharma Sect, it often had more victories than defeats. It was reasonable for them to possess a group of genuine experts.

But it was unreasonable that the numerous experts of the Esoteric Sect had already been led to the front lines under Nalin Commander’s command, stationed at the border, confronting a large number of experts dispatched by the Dharma Sect.

Given the massive drawdown of elites, the Esoteric Sect shouldn’t have so many experts on hand, and all concentrated in one place.

It was noteworthy that among those auras were several truly powerful Nether Realm experts holding their positions.

What was even stranger was why these experts were hidden in darkness, standing in such an eerie, unmoving, backward-facing manner, as if they were dead.

Yang Xiao had also suspected whether they could be high-level Puppets; after all, in the lands of Myanmar and Thailand, there’s no shortage of corpses.

But the formidable spiritual power exhibited by the opposition was not something a Puppet could possess. These were indeed living people, flesh and blood, genuine high-level Angel Envoys.

Although Yang Xiao was full of doubts, he was well aware of his mission for the night.

His most important duty was to aid the High Priest, Cannibal Buddha, in subduing the martyr. Apart from that, he should not incite unforeseen events.

This was something Elder Sheng had repeatedly instructed him.

And after those terrifying auras appeared and vanished, the Esoteric Sect’s high-ranking members present clearly became excited, their breathing quickened, and their eyes sparkled.

With the appearance of that book, even Cannibal Buddha, sitting at the head, couldn’t remain seated; he immediately stood up, quickly stepped down, approached the martyr, and gazed at the book the other held, taking several seconds before reaching out with trembling hands to receive it.

Since meeting the High Priest, it was the first time Yang Xiao had seen him so agitated.

The martyr then closed his eyes and began chanting continuously.

Yang Xiao had heard the local Myanmar-Tai language before, but this time was different. The notes and tones from the martyr were rough and heavy, innately carrying a historical weight.

It was like a long-lost ancient Myanmar-Tai secret language, or an ancient incantation, deeply religious in its milieu.

Under Yang Xiao’s astonished gaze, the towering High Priest actually knelt slowly on one knee in front of the martyr, raised the ancient book with both hands above his head.

Then the martyr raised his hand, untied the strange bracelet woven from some unknown black withered grass from his right wrist, and gently slapped the Cannibal Buddha’s forehead with it.

In the next second, the high-ranking members of the Esoteric Sect present seemed to receive some sort of inspiration, bending over and kowtowing in unison, each weeping uncontrollably, repeatedly chanting to the martyr and Cannibal Buddha:

"Amenda Cha, Ashinbra, Jiao Aixin!"

"Amenda Cha, Ashinbra, Jiao Aixin!"

"Amenda Cha, Ashinbra, Jiao Aixin!"

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Their voices were robust, echoing in resonance through their chests, the sound reverberating within the already small building, causing Yang Xiao’s head to buzz.

After all, he didn’t understand what it meant, as Elder Kunpa hadn’t mentioned this part to him the previous night.

Originally intending to steal a glance at Elder Kunpa for a hint, Yang Xiao found that Elder Kunpa was the loudest, long overcome with tears, overwhelm pulsing through his excitement.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Xiao also worked up some emotion, kneeling with a thud, crying and shouting along with everyone else. Though he didn’t understand what he was shouting, he figured it couldn’t hurt, so he shouted anyway.

After the High Priest stood up, everyone else followed suit. Then, the High Priest took the martyr’s hand, leading him to the foremost position where the martyr was seated at the vacant spot beside him.

Yang Xiao now understood that the position had been left for the martyr.

Indeed, the martyr held a revered status within the Esoteric Sect, with a doctrinal standing not even lower than that of Cannibal Buddha, deserving to sit by the High Priest.

Now that everything was settled, Yang Xiao let out a long sigh of relief. Owing gratitude for past favors, when the High Priest had aided him over thousands of miles, saving him and his uncle’s group, Yang Xiao had always remembered this favor in his heart.

Now able to assist Cannibal Buddha, Yang Xiao also felt very satisfied.

The resolution of the matter beyond expectations was surprising to the High Priest, whose gaze toward Yang Xiao below was ever more satisfied.

Yang Xiao’s forehead still bore marks of the pressing bloodstains from before.

"My child, first you rescued my Sutana, and now you’ve bonded with the Holy Temple Spirit, guiding the martyr back. You are a blessing to our Esoteric Sect."

"I will install a life tablet for you in the Holy Temple, bestow upon you a golden token, and henceforth, you are part of our Esoteric Sect, also my son, our young priest of the Esoteric Sect."

"I will also bestow a name upon you, Dachaya, which means loyalty."