Ten Venerables as Slaves

Everything in the tomb chamber had vanished.

Wu Dade, Lin Jiuzheng, Wu Xiaokun, and the big black dog all suddenly felt the force pinning them down disappear.

They stared at the scene before them, utterly shocked.

"What happened to the evil spirit...?"

Wu Dade asked.

"The evil spirit... has vanished."

Lin Jiuzheng sighed and said,

"The evil spirit could exist only because Senior Brother Qing Chen's obsession from his past life was too strong."

"He wanted to save all living beings and resist the gray mist... Though he died, his obsession became an evil spirit that waited until this very day."

"Now that his obsession has faded, the evil spirit naturally no longer exists."

A complicated look filled his eyes.

The evil spirit left behind by Senior Brother Qing Chen's past life had been truly terrifying.

His obsession and great vow had endured even after death.

"He saw Master..."

The big black dog murmured,

"For an instant just now, I seemed to see Master reveal the ultimate Great Dao... something never seen in this life."

"If any living being who had set foot on the path had witnessed it, they might have soared to the heavens and crossed countless barriers in one leap."

"Master pitied him... pitied him for dying and becoming an evil spirit, and so showed him the ultimate."

"Otherwise, who in this age could glimpse Master's true depths?"

The big black dog's eyes were also filled with complexity, as if moved and awed.

At that moment,

Qing Chen looked around in a daze.

Cold, damp darkness pressed in from every side.

In this desolate place stood a withered ancient tree, its trunk split and charred black, without a trace of life.

A black relic lay quietly beneath the dead Bodhi Tree.

Qing Chen's eyes brimmed with emotion.