When they saw the Flame on the mountain behind them change color, the living panicked.
Even the Yin Object wreaking havoc here grew uneasy.
But they were afraid for different reasons. The living were terrified because the original Flame had turned green, as though it belonged to the netherworld.
The Yin Object sensed that the energy between heaven and earth had changed. An ominous aura rippled out of that green Flame.
It was a rotting "path." Some Yin Objects failed to dodge it, and the rippling, ominous aura contaminated them. Their bodies began to fester.
At this sight, even the seasoned veterans hiding among the crowd could not help despairing.
In a situation like this, no matter how experienced they were, they were nothing more than rootless duckweed, facing a future in which they could only die without ever knowing why.
The few tricks they had accumulated over the years were utterly useless here.
The Daoist boys gathered together, beating the Deity Drum hard as they began chanting the Golden Light Divine Mantra.
The Golden Light Divine Mantra these Young Daoists chanted had little effect.
They were not accomplished Daoist masters. Even their Ritual Registers did little good.
Fortunately, their voices in unison offered a little reassurance.
Amid the wild laughter of countless ghosts, the Golden Light Divine Mantra made everyone feel that they had not been abandoned.
They were still being protected.
"Heaven and earth's mystic source, the root of all qi.
Cultivating through countless eons, I realize my supernatural powers.
Within and beyond the three realms, the Dao alone reigns supreme.
Golden light within my body shines over and envelops me.
Ghosts and demons lose their courage; nature spirits lose their forms.
Thunderbolts dwell within; the thunder god conceals his name.
Penetrating wisdom shines throughout; the five