Lin Ying stared stiffly at the scene and said:
"Are you sure this can lay them to rest?"
Lynn sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, maintaining his earnest posture as he said:
"Sincerity works wonders. Believe, and it exists; don't, and it doesn't. But either way, this is the only thing we can do for them. Whether it's Buddha or the Dao Ancestor, if you believe they can guide you to paradise in your next life, your heart won't be twisted by obsession."
"But you downloaded the DJ remix..."
"Does being a DJ make Buddha any less of a Buddha?!"
"..."
Lynn was speechless. For a moment, his mouth hung open. That actually made a lot of sense.
The song ended.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the souls wailing mournfully around them. A faint golden glow slowly emanated from the hand holding his phone. The blessing effect of Angel's Embrace gradually unfolded, and he channeled it into the melody as well.
Holy power gradually spread through the music, soothing the souls' painful scars.
Their anguished wails finally began to fade.
Lin Ying stared blankly at the countless golden motes drifting out of the melody. It was as though they truly had the power to soothe souls, enveloping you in peace and dispelling the darkness and cold around you.
"Did you... do something...?"
With his eyes open, Lynn slowly rose from the ground and brushed the dust off himself.
"We can't disregard life, Lin Ying, because not everyone deserves to die. We might not be saints, but at least within the limits of what we can do, if you have the ability, try to offer some comfort to the suffering members of our own kind. After all, you're still living on Blue Star. Once you end