Passing on the Light of Buddha's Wisdom: Enchanting Wu Song and Developing an Emergency Headband! (Continued)

It felt light in his hand, almost weightless.

But when his fingers truly touched the face of the fan—

A thread of faint, warm, lingering spiritual ripples slowly seeped out from deep within the palm leaves.

It was not sharp, tyrannical power.

It was a kind of "ease."

Like a spring breeze brushing past one's ears.

Like fine rain dampening one's clothes.

It seemed casual and unrestrained, yet reached everywhere.

This was the Dao charm of Living Buddha Ji Gong's centuries of mad Zen cultivation, permeating this fan bit by bit.

A high-grade spiritual blank.

Lin Chen silently gave it that assessment.

His smile faded as he turned and walked toward the Lewd Twins' remains.

That heap of gray-white minced flesh and bone fragments still gave off a nauseating stench of decay.

Though the Evil God's Progeny was dead, the conceptual power lingering within its divine body had not dissipated.

At the deepest part of that mound of flesh and blood, a clump of dark-gray light flickered faintly.

That was the remaining core of the [Erosive Wind] authority.

Though the evil god had died, its authority would not vanish on its own.

It had merely lost its host, becoming a mass of ownerless conceptual power.

Like a blade no one held, lying on the ground—it was still a deadly weapon.

Lin Chen crouched and stared at that clump of dark-gray light.

All thoughts fell silent in his Sea of Consciousness as he began crafting a card.

Behind him, Zhu Yingtai and Xi Shi exchanged a glance, then silently retreated several steps. Each set up a barrier to shield him from outside interference.

Wu Song also opened his eyes, one hand pressed against his monk's saber. He sat cross-legged three zhang from Lin Chen's side, serving as his guardian.

Ji Gong