The Cyan Lotus Soul Purification Spell, in Zhang Jian's hands, has reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Lotus flowers bloom one after another, a wave of compassionate transformation, a vast intent of life and death blossoms from within.
Within this mass grave, some lingering war spirits hidden deep within the bones involuntarily step out from the evil qi, and they stride into the blooming lotus flowers in pairs, their obsessions resolved in an instant, showing peace on their faces, then moving towards Zhang Jian to give praise before disappearing into the Nine Netherworld.
Jingming Daoist stood before the mass grave, watching this scene from afar, his expression changing as he gazed upon those magnificent lotuses.
In his eyes, the falling lotus seemed to rid itself of troubles, letting go of everything, its obsessions dissolved; deep within his heart, a faint illusion of a lotus appeared.
