Lu Chen spread open the scripture in his hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
To his surprise, the resentful spirits filling the sky seemed to have been thoroughly enraged. They madly slammed against the barrier raised by the "Grievance-Resolving Talisman," as though facing a formidable enemy.
Smack!
But at that moment, a jet-black courtroom block abruptly appeared in the hand of King Yama's dharma manifestation. It came down in a heavy strike.
The divine might of the Netherworld surged outward like a court convening to suppress a prison, forcing the resentful spirits into momentary silence.
Seeing that the "Grievance-Resolving Talisman" did not seem to be completely foolproof, Lu Chen dared not delay. He took a deep breath and began to chant:
"At that time, the Supreme Dao Lord and the assembled holy multitude were beneath the Eight-Qian Forest, within the Seven-Treasure Terrace, their majestic rites arrayed..."
With every line he recited, specks of divine light shimmered across the scripture, drifting upward and transforming into rings of radiance that spread outward.
They brushed across the countless resentful spirits before him.
The halos were like sweet rain falling upon parched earth.
Under the nourishment of the divine light, the twisted, savage faces of those innumerable resentful spirits gradually shed their violence.
The scarlet mist also seemed to dissolve in clear water, slowly fading away.
Yet only Lu Chen and King Yama within his sea of consciousness could see all this.
The others could only sense the surrounding chill receding and the temperature quietly rising again.
"Wh... who was that he just recited?"
Behind him, Wang Yiming stiffened all over when he heard the opening four words. "Supreme Dao Lord? One of the Three Pure Ones?"
Sun Yourong made a silencing gesture.
Wang Yiming gave an awkward laugh and said no more.
He turned back