Ancestor Asura's murky eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Meng Qi.
"The feeling of Yellow Springs..."
Before he could finish, he raised his right hand and drew out a blade beam, dark red and nearly black. Immediately, the Buddha Hall rang with shrill, anguished howls that muddled the mind and stirred up ferocity. The void rippled, and countless tattered corpses flickered in and out of sight, surging along with the blade beam.
With a single slash, it was as if every living being Ancestor Asura had ever slain had reappeared!
When Heaven and Earth were opened and the Nine Abysses came into being, Ancestor Asura was born. From that moment on, he had fought without end and slaughtered without pause, right up to the present day. One could imagine the number of souls he had sent to their deaths. The terrifying killing intent and cruelty he had amassed could make even gods and immortals lose their will to fight and let him butcher them at will.
Faced with the blade beam rushing toward him in an instant and hearing the anguished cries, Meng Qi's smile remained unchanged. He bent a finger and flicked it lightly.
A muddy, blood-brown Sword Qi shot out, like a miniature Yellow Springs. Countless resentful spirits, sunk forever in its depths, bobbed within it, all wailing and shrieking like ghosts. Their cries were no less chilling than the howls of the blade beam.
Crash!
The roiling Yellow Springs facing the blue-gray Stone Temple surged into towering waves. The sunken ghosts that had accumulated within it since its birth bellowed and howled, their voices shaking both banks.
The Sword Qi met the blade beam head-on. Blood-brown currents washed over it, scouring away the memories of the dead and swallowing broken limbs and shattered bodies. The ghostly