"Golden lotuses bloomed from his tongue, and the void shone with light! Master Jiangliu's preaching had actually reached such a realm!" Shen Luo's eyes widened at the sight.
One had to know that such a phenomenon only appeared when truly mighty eminent monks preached the Dharma and bestowed teachings.
"This... it seems we were blind. Master Jiangliu truly is an enlightened eminent monk..." Lu Huaming murmured, astonishment written across his face.
Shen Luo nodded slowly, somewhat unwilling to believe it. Then he suddenly recalled something and turned to look at the distant coffin. The resentment surrounding it was rapidly drifting away.
In just a few moments, the yin energy around the coffin had completely dispersed. The soul of a woman in white slowly emerged from within, bowed toward the distant platform, then gradually rose into the air, her figure fading into the void.
Witnessing this scene, Shen Luo's heart trembled. Without realizing it, he developed a trace of admiration for Master Jiangliu on the stage and listened with full attention.
Master Jiangliu's sermon continued, lasting nearly half an hour before it finally ended.
Everyone below the stage remained immersed in the sermon. The square was utterly silent; even a falling needle could have been heard.
Shen Luo was the same, though he quickly came back to his senses and opened his eyes.
He had gained quite a lot from this sermon. The golden lotuses formed from spiritual energy were naturally of little use to him; his greatest gain lay in his Divine Soul.
Shen Luo had only recently advanced to the Out-of-Body Stage. Although he had gone into seclusion to stabilize his cultivation, his Divine Soul had inevitably remained somewhat restless. Yet after listening to this sermon, his Divine Soul had become completely steady, saving him at least half a