A Taoist of Bai Zihua's caliber should never have shown such emotion, not even in death.
With emotions that intense and hatred that deep, how could he possibly pass the trial of becoming a Corpse-Liberation Immortal?
Yet, in truth, how many people on Divine Firmament Mountain had ever broken through beyond the Corpse-Liberation Immortal realm?
The mass of Pure Spirit Ghosts on Wenqing Peak spoke volumes about their state of mind.
Come to think of it, when Luo Xianshen had invited a Patriarch to possess him, a whole group of Patriarchs had scrambled to come first, and the one who finally arrived had a fiery temper.
Even in the mortal world, Four-Rules Mountain had so many Patriarchs.
By comparison, Bai Zihua's attempt to summon a Patriarch had seemed pitifully meager.
Even without comparing him to Four-Rules Mountain,
there was the Weilu Sect alone to consider.
Bai Zihua's state of mind could not begin to compare with theirs.
And Xu Ting's strength was definitely inferior to Bai Zihua's.
Still, even giving him every possible allowance,
and judging the matter on its own merits,
Bai Zihua did not seem to possess the mindset of a Corpse-Liberation Immortal. He had simply been forced down this path because he had no other choice.
Now that they had taken the Divine Firmament Four Sovereigns Mirror away, carrying it farther and farther from his corpse, even his last hope of enduring the torment had been shattered.
Did that make his venomous resentment inevitable?
A soft creak rang out as the hall doors opened.
The mist spread farther inside, and figures passed them one after another, walking toward Bai Zihua's Yin Spirit.
Every figure wore a Tang suit.
None of them looked back.
Luo Bin could not put it into words, but something peculiar emanated from them-a