"In all my life, I never cultivated virtue, only loved killing and setting fires.
Suddenly, I broke free of the golden cord and tore apart the jade lock.
Ah! The tidal surge comes rolling up the Qiantang River; only today do I know who I am."
Lin Feng came to his realization, transformed into a gale, and descended into Duck Ravine with the wind whipping his clothes.
The children's souls had been taken away by the site of the cliff collapse.
Lin Feng brought the children's souls back.
Solving a problem when he already knew the answer was all too easy.
After reviving a few people, Lin Feng headed straight to the scene before the Shaman inside the old pagoda tree had fully regained consciousness.
Ignoring the members of the Hui Family struggling to survive in Duck Ravine, he stood at its highest point and saw the Buddhist treasure they had nailed there for Rain-Praying Buddha Worship.
The wind chimes rang, suppressing the evil lurking here.
Unfortunately, the evil here was too powerful. The Buddhist treasure brought from the western side of the mountains could not suppress it alone.
It was almost useless.
Not far from him lay several rotting corpses, their heads severed from their bodies. Lin Feng's "Intent" had destroyed the vitality within them.
The Buddhist treasure stolen by the Hui Family had no effect on these corpses.
Lin Feng collected the Buddhist treasure.
[da]
He added a layer of armor to himself.
Chanting the [mou] sound, he shook the Buddhist treasure. As its Buddhist aura rippled outward, a killing chill naturally followed.
Lin Feng walked along Duck Ravine. A shallow slit opened between his brows as he followed the "qi." Before he knew it, his surroundings gradually darkened into a seemingly eternal blackness. Within that darkness, only