The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Receives a Spirit Infusion, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

A grief born from the depths of her soul instantly pierced through her defenses.

"They're... crying."

Xi Shi murmured to herself, her voice so soft and gentle it broke the heart.

Her eyes, limpid as autumn waters, brimmed with deep sorrow and compassion.

Unable to stop herself, she slowly walked toward the eerie lakeshore.

She reached out her fair, jade-like hand toward a lotus blooming most brilliantly, its color red as blood—a twin-stemmed lotus.

"Little Shi! Don't touch it!"

Lin Chen had been watching the movements behind him the whole time. His expression changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to rush over and stop her.

That was an eerie object!

In the West Lake Eerie Domain, filled with traps governed by strange rules, who knew what would happen if she touched it?

But it was already too late.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, Xi Shi's fingertip lightly touched the scarlet lotus.

There was no attack as he had imagined, nor any corrosion.

A miracle occurred at that very moment.

As pure water spiritual power flowed from Xi Shi's fingertip, a sacred ripple spread outward with her at its center.

The red lotus, originally bewitching and eerie, reeking of blood, seemed to have encountered either a natural enemy or salvation.

The viscous blood-red color on its petals faded at a visible speed.

The hideous ghost face vanished, and the scarlet stamens lost their color.

It returned to its delicate, pink beauty, unstained by the mud, giving off a faint, long-lost fragrance.

It had been purified!

Amid this boundless sea of filthy blood, this blooming pink lotus appeared utterly sacred.

And Xi Shi, standing beside the lotus—

A breeze lifted her veil, revealing a few strands of dark hair.

Against the backdrop of the lotus, her peerless beauty seemed to glow,