SPLASH!
The Sea of Blood, which had been boiling from the power of the White-haired True Daoist and the Qiu Long, strangely calmed the instant this consciousness swept over it.
The churning waves grew docile. Countless wailing, phantom souls, bobbing in the water, seemed to be soothed, letting out low, deep chanting that sounded as if it came from time immemorial.
In the gloomy sky, the eternal haze seemed to be parted by an unseen force, revealing a faint, shimmering sliver of golden light carrying the scent of sandalwood.
"What is this…"
Within the Yin Nether Cloud Qi, Han Shi's pupils contracted. Even through layers of Concealing Arrays and a distance of eight hundred li, his powerful Spiritual Sense as a Sword Cultivator felt an immense pressure originating from his very life instincts. The knuckles of the hand gripping his sword hilt had already turned white.
He had never felt such pure and vast Buddha Power in the Sea of Suffering.
