The moment the Sacred Ointment Oil appeared, sacred hymns rang out within a radius of ten thousand li. Overwhelming Sacred Light shone from the liquid. Within that light, pure Phoenix Flowers, olive branches gleaming with strange colors, and clusters of plump grapes appeared one after another. A sense of fullness and joy rose uncontrollably from the depths of Xiao Hua's heart.
The Sacred Ointment Oil appeared colorless. Poured from above the angel Zhang Jie's head, it swiftly soaked her long hair, forehead, neck... As it flowed down her white robe, it also seeped into her spirit body. Countless blood-colored phantoms, wailing like ghosts, were annihilated within the Sacred Ointment Oil. Countless wisps of darkness were likewise driven from Zhang Jie's body by the oil, turning into black threads that fell into the void.
Yet after the Sacred Ointment Oil had coated Zhang Jie's entire spirit body and even dripped down to her ankles, hundreds of tiny black threads still lay hidden within her body like venomous snakes, coiling around her heart, lungs, and other places!
"Alas..." Zhang Jie lowered her head to look at the black threads inside her spirit body. She seemed to be talking to herself, yet also seemed to be explaining to Xiao Hua. "Once one puts on a human body of flesh, there are simply too many troubles. Not only does one become tainted by human nature, one also sinks into sin without realizing it! At the beginning of human life, there is sin; once one wears human clothing, one naturally falls into sin's shackles."
Xiao Hua did not understand. Surprised, he asked, "Zhang Jie, our human Confucian cultivators say: At the beginning of man, nature is inherently good. Natures are close; habits lead them far apart... What do you mean by saying that man's nature