"Neither living nor dead, severing no karma, entering no reincarnation..."
As the people inside the formation worked to break it, over a hundred Blue-Ink figures slowly approached from nearby, murmuring ceaselessly.
They stepped over shrubs and swept past trees as though walking on level ground.
The people inside the formation turned to look. The voices in their minds and those in their ears finally merged into a single source, and their faces instantly filled with terror.
Watching those hundred-odd eerie figures steadily approach the formation, they went cold all over. Through the curses on their foreheads, they felt tremendous fear of the approaching Dao Bodies.
"What in the hell are these things?" a sword cultivator disciple shouted in terror.
Su Mo tilted his head and asked, "You really don't recognize them?"
"Why should we recognize these ghastly things?" another disciple shouted.
"What a pity... I never imagined you'd forget so quickly! Yet they can never forget you!" Su Mo sighed deeply, sorrow in his eyes as he watched the hundred-odd Vengeful Spirits approaching.
Executioners so easily forgot the people they had slaughtered, yet those forgotten people would never forget their executioners.
A peaceful village had now become like this.
Heh... how ironic.
"Neither living nor dead, severing no karma, entering no reincarnation..."
The hundred-odd Vengeful Spirits kept approaching the formation, their steps growing faster and faster, as though they had found their target in this boundless Divine Realm. The characters for "effect" in their eyes began changing into "cause," then back into "effect," shifting constantly as they approached.
"Let me give you a hint... the entrance to the Divine Realm. The village!" Watching the hundred-odd Wronged Souls draw near, Su Mo smiled and addressed the people inside the formation.
The movements of those breaking the formation abruptly faltered. Looking at