Golden light shone resplendently, bright as day, lending a touch of clarity to the formerly dusky yellow sky.
The Divine Souls still waiting in line gained a trace of vitality. Murmuring to themselves, they bowed and knelt before Hui Zhi at the Three-Life Stone, chanting, "Amitabha!"
In the River of Forgetfulness, the countless enormous faces with their miserable, grotesque expressions also grew considerably more peaceful, and the once-turbulent current calmed along with them.
This golden light seemed like a Salvation Light, capable of redeeming the sins and karma within Divine Souls!
The rushing river grew calm, and the dead souls still being scoured within it became serene. The muddled Divine Souls gained vitality, as though warmth had come to the entire Ferry Crossing.
"Didn't you say there were only seven colors? Why is there golden light too?" Ouyang asked, frowning in confusion.
"B-because only when a Great Merit-Bearer stands before the Three-Life Stone does golden light like this appear!" White Radish stared blankly at Hui Zhi.
It did not believe that Hui Zhi, standing before the Three-Life Stone, could be a Great Merit-Bearer.
When a Great Merit-Bearer came to the Nine Hells, shouldn't they come with their own Merit Halo, lotuses and flowers blooming with every step?
Shouldn't azure clouds protect them and fortune form a bridge, carrying them straight across the River of Forgetfulness to the Land of the Dead?
Yet this Hui Zhi had clearly walked all the way here with Ouyang!
Back in its Sea of Flowers, it had seen everything perfectly clearly!
How could someone like that be a Great Merit-Bearer?
It wasn't as though it had never seen a Great Merit-Bearer since gaining sentience!
Could you fucking call a bald donkey who ate a Flower Spirit's arm raw without batting an eye a Great Merit-Bearer?