It rained.
Cool raindrops fell onto Li Ye's face.
He blinked his already dry, aching eyes, his thoughts still clear—he had thought this change should have been a good thing.
Yet he saw that the people who had already regained human form wore expressions of terror. When the rain landed on them, it actually made a sizzling sound, like water droplets falling into a wok of hot oil.
"It's spring rain!"
"Why has it come again?!"
"No, don't drown our crops!!!"
Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs. The rain mixed with the ghost qi that had yet to disperse from the surroundings, stirring up the resentment they had already suppressed.
If that resentment rose again, merely turning into Hungry Ghosts likely would not be the end of it.
Hope followed by despair was the most terrifying thing of all.
"Spring rain is harmful here?"
This discovery overturned Li Ye's previous understanding. He had always believed spring rain benefited Hungry Ghosts; there was even a stream of Purple Oil Spring Rain in the courtyard.
He immediately realized this might be information even his elders did not know, information that could very well affect the purification of the Netherworld Realm.
Still, the divine elders protecting him had probably already noticed.
For now, the urgent matter was resolving this.
"I absolutely can't let all my efforts go to waste."
He looked toward the Heart Grass and white soil that had already joined into one vast expanse in the distance, then murmured, "Jianmu, ghost qi should count as a kind of power too, right?"
—The Jianmu leaf within his dantian trembled, conveying a proud awareness.
Li Ye's lips curved upward slightly.
"I know. Of course I can do it."
He no longer resisted the ghost qi approaching him. He even began to