Yun Qing thought, Just how many worlds' reincarnations has this Demonic Monk plundered over the years?
"Amitabha. Then please, benefactor, see for yourself." The last trace of compassion faded from the Demonic Monk's eyes.
Just as the two were about to unleash their full strength, ten thousand ghost lamps burned eerily in the Ghost Realm. On the Opera Stage wrapped in skies of Red Gauze, Gui Lingyue leaned against a carved railing, his scarlet opera robes pooling across the floor.
He propped his forehead on one hand and stroked the tassels dangling from his sleeve with the other, as though savoring the spectacle.
The singing onstage had long since ceased, but the ghost-masked spirits below still sat in perfectly ordered rows, motionless, waiting intently for the next act.
As the reincarnation behind the Hemp-Robed Monk began to change, Gui Lingyue finally opened his bewitching eyes, veiled in faint ghostly mist.
The fingers playing with the tassels stilled. The great Opera Ghost slowly straightened, the corners of his lips curling upward bit by bit behind his Opera Mask.
"Ah... found you."
He lifted his flowing sleeve slightly. His voice still held the lilting cadence of an opera singer, yet somehow sent a chill crawling down the spine.
"It's you, isn't it?"
Countless shadows of reincarnation converged at the center. Rivers vanished, ancient trees shattered, and myriad gates closed. In the end, only a boundless, colossal Six Paths Wheel remained, gold patterns etched across its black surface, abruptly unfurling behind the Demonic Monk!
The wheel filled almost the entire sky, six rings of paths nested one within another.
The moment it appeared, Yun Qing's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
"That sense of familiarity again." Yet he could not say where he had seen it before.
This was already the second time since