Kutu Temple.
Arhat Banje was drenched in sweat, as if he had just emerged from the water. His lips moved rapidly up and down as he chanted incantations.
The incantation sounded like the beating of a dragonfly's wings, dozens of times per second, extremely fast and buzzing. At that moment, he exerted all his strength, consuming his primal energy to support a sliver of his projection in the lower realm so that it would not dissipate.
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