Yuan Tingshan flew into a rage out of humiliation.
"What do you mean by this? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"This is a treasure I went to painstaking lengths to find, and you aren't even a little afraid?"
He was like a child who had found a treasure and wanted to astonish everyone.
Wang Shi burst into laughter, his smile utterly radiant.
For the first time, he felt that this World Spirit was truly naive.
Had he used schemes? Certainly.
He had used the Primordial World to generate resentment, altering the rules to nurture terrifying Vengeful Spirits.
But the foundation of all this still lay in aligning with the Primordial World's Earthly Dao.
In other words, the so-called amalgamation of Vengeful Spirits before them was only so powerful.
At this point, as long as Wang Shi wished it, they could destroy these Vengeful Spirits anytime, anywhere.
The Underworld's Vengeful Spirits were both the strongest and the weakest.
Truly powerful Vengeful Spirits never came from those who died on battlefields.
They had to endure countless rounds of torment and unimaginable terror before they could be nurtured into terrifying Vengeful Spirits.
The monsters before them now, however, were nothing at all.
The so-called amalgamation of Vengeful Spirits, Bai Qi, was merely a Vengeful Spirit himself.
A Buddha stepped out from among the people of the Primordial World.
"Amitabha. Blessed be, blessed be."
"When a nation nears its fall, foul demons must arise. When a world nears its end, Vengeful Spirits must emerge."
"Today, this old monk shall deliver you all, that you may enter the Underworld and Reincarnation sooner."
The old monk began reciting the Rebirth Sutra without pause.
Swastika Buddha Seals appeared across the battlefield, one after another.
The surrounding resentment was dispelled in an instant.
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