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

Bai Suzhen could not help speaking up to persuade her:

"If what this person says is true.

Then it really is a good way out!

You can break free from the restraints of this ghostly body and no longer suffer the torment of that resentment.

Moreover, you can use this opportunity to escape the control of Esoteric Buddhism..."

However.

Lady Ji acted as though she had not heard Bai Suzhen at all.

The trace of hope in her eyes had shattered long ago, like a bubble.

In its place was an even colder frost than before.

"Heh heh... Hahaha..."

Lady Ji lowered her head and let out a deep, low laugh.

The laughter echoed across the empty top deck of the pleasure boat, sending chills down the spine.

It was filled with self-mockery.

And with a clear-eyed understanding of, and disappointment in, this world.

"Purification? Erasing the eerie aura?"

She suddenly raised her head.

That peerlessly beautiful face was now covered in sinister black patterns.

They were a sign that the eerie aura had erupted completely.

Her former dignity and splendor had vanished without a trace, leaving only madness:

"Lin Chen, you make it sound so easy!

Who do you think I am?!

All the magic power in me, all my thousand years of cultivation, have been sustained by this resentment!

You want to purify me?

That means crippling me!"

She advanced toward Lin Chen step by step, the aura around her rising higher with each step and warping the surrounding air:

"Why should I trust you?

Entrust all my cultivation to you?"

She pointed at her own chest.

That was the place once favored by King Wu and later abandoned by King Yue.

There was no heartbeat within it.

Only a cold core, condensed from hatred.

"Your so-called Orthodox