The dust had settled, and the smoke of war had barely cleared.
Under Shen Yun's leadership, the Immortal Kings joined forces to move the sea of bones and bury it deep within a barren planet.
"Let the nine-colored lotus guide the way, let these souls ascend to the Pure Land of Eternal Bliss..."
The Jianmu Spirit pressed both palms together and recited the Rebirth Immortal Sutra, delivering countless wrathful spirits into the afterlife.
Hum-!
In an instant, sacred Brahman chants resounded, and the murderous intent filling the sky melted away layer by layer, like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun.
Once the malevolent aura had completely dispersed, Shen Yun solemnly erected a cenotaph with his own hands, seeing these innocent people off on their final journey.
At this sight, all the Immortal Kings present felt a pang of shared sorrow.
Had Shen Yun not burst onto the scene and utterly shattered the God Lord's plot, before long, even illustrious Immortal Kings like them might have become part of that heap of bones, dying without a place to be buried.
"I know the past cannot be undone, but the future is still mine to pursue."
Shen Yun's voice was as gentle as the breeze. He did not dwell in the shadows of the past, keeping his feet firmly planted in the present.
Rather than imprison himself in old sorrows, he would sooner consider how to excise the cancer that was the God Lord and restore a bright, unclouded world.
"Does anyone have any sound proposals for dealing with what remains?"
One mind had its limits; two could see further. Shen Yun took the opportunity to ask for everyone's ideas so they could settle on a foolproof plan.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Immortal Kings began offering their opinions: