At the full moon, the ghostly wails in the God Burial Desert grew increasingly shrill, making it feel like hell on earth.
In a perilous place, Yin Wind swept in every direction and black mist churned. From time to time, hideous, indistinct faces bulged out of the void, while groups of vengeful spirits roamed about, absorbing yang energy and snuffing out all signs of life.
At that moment, a middle-aged monk entered this valley, where no one had set foot for countless years. He wore a Yellow Monk Robe beneath a bright red kasaya. His features were handsome, his build lean. He was none other than Xuan Bei, Chief Monk of Shaolin's Bodhi Courtyard. His once melancholy temperament had transformed into a faint sorrow born of compassion for all living things.
Whoosh!
A living creature had arrived, bringing the scent of flesh and blood. The ghosts in the valley went mad at once. Black mist surged forth like a tide, its chill coating the ground in layers of dark ice. Anyone below the Exterior Scenery realm who came here would fall dead within moments, even without a vengeful ghost sucking out their soul—the environment alone would drain away all their yang energy and body heat!
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade filled the air with Death Qi. Compared to them, Xuan Bei was as insignificant as a reef in the vast ocean. Yet he did not stop, continuing forward with his palms pressed together.
"From this day onward, for a hundred thousand million kalpas, in every world there shall be hells and the Three Evil Paths, and all sentient beings burdened by sin and suffering. I vow to save them all, freeing them from the evil paths of hell, animals, and hungry ghosts. When all those who suffer the retribution