"Since you are unwilling to repent before the Buddha, I shall send you to hell to do so," Solang said.
He pressed his palms together and began to chant. Suddenly, the room grew as tranquil as the night sky. The sound of his chanting was sharp and rapid, like raindrops falling against the hearts of those listening.
The space surrounding Na Ru'an rippled like a dream-like bubble. The spells, transformed into arrows, pierced through the ethereal void toward him.
Chapter 214