Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1173 - 1169: The Power of Incense

The banner unfurled against the wind, and the originally restrained power of incense erupted instantaneously, pouring down from within like a bursting flood.

The orange-red incense transformed into a rushing waterfall, sweeping across the land of the Netherworld, dyeing the yellow earth ever warmer and dispersing the polluted energy in the air little by little.

Such radiant light dyed half of the night sky of the Netherworld in red, even enveloping the high-hanging bright moon in a warm red halo.

Within the incense, there seemed to be a Buddhist chant echoing, ethereal and solemn.

Also, there seemed to be whispers of ancient Divine spirits, majestic and profound.

Furthermore, it was interwoven with the sincere prayers of countless believers, fragmented yet enduring.

The three kinds of sounds entwined together, forming a mighty and holy power, resonating throughout the Netherworld.

The strange-shaped corpses of mud worms on the ground, upon contact with the overwhelming incense, instantly melted like snow meeting the scorching sun, leaving not even a trace behind.

The black polluted energy of the Netherworld retreated under the erosion of the incense, as the originally sullen land visibly spread toward a pure yellow hue.

Amidst this grand moment of heaven and earth shifting, incense purifying pollution, a piercing sound suddenly came from the sky.

A ray of red sword light abruptly slashed through the clouds, aiming directly at the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suspended in the air.

The sword light was crimson like blood, containing endless agitation and evil thoughts; merely a glance at it was enough to feel the mind swaying, distractions arising, as if all worldly greed, anger, and foolishness were concentrated in this single sword.

This was clearly an evil sword forged with the filthiest human desires.

However, as the fierce evil sword merely touched the cascading waterfall of incense, it was ignited instantly.

The orange-red incense wrapped around the sword like a fierce flame, making a "hissing" sound, while black smoke rolled and ascended, with the evil transformed by desires constantly disintegrating before the holy incense.

The sword light dimmed, and the evil power scattered.

Next, a figure slowly approached from a distance.

It was a man dressed in scholar robes, with a handsome yet indescribably gloomy face.

Holding a sparkling long sword, with each steady step, the ground slightly trembled.

He looked icily towards Shen Siyuan and his group, emitting an eerie aura that clashed with the purified Netherworld.

Seeing the scholar-robed man drawing closer with each step, the eerie aura surged like a tide, and Shen Siyuan’s group instantly went on alert.

Dou Dou moved first.

The usually playful little one now had a serious face.

The Lotus Lamp on her head suddenly lit up, golden light bursting from the lamp, enveloping her tiny figure.

With the divine fire within her fully ignited, a fierce orange-red flame burned around Dou Dou, yet did not harm her at all.

Ignited by the divine fire, the lamp wick of the Lotus Lamp expanded in brilliance, instantly transforming into a set of exquisite yet majestic golden armor that fitted her perfectly.

With both hands gripping, two ancient and robust bronze double hammers appeared from thin air, their surfaces engraved with ancient runes, standing imposingly at the forefront, as her tiny body exuded a pressuring force.

Beside her, Duoduo also moved.

Her delicate body spun lightly in the air, instantly transforming into intangible blue smoke, dissipating into the air, leaving only the Qiankun Umbrella floating in mid-air, spinning rapidly with pine trees standing and immortal cranes soaring on its surface, shielding everyone around.

Xiao Yue stepped forward, holding the True Words Book.

The Soul-locking Chain flew from her sleeve, slithering like a spirit snake, with the Three Pure Ones Bell hanging from its tail gently rocking, emitting crisp "ding-dong, ding-dong" sounds.

Though pleasing to the ears, the bell’s sound carried supreme power in purifying evil spirits, making the eerie aura on the scholar-robed man slightly stagnant with each ring.

Finally, Shen Siyuan slowly raised his hand, palm facing upward.

A Divine Sword slowly emerged from within him, its blade brilliantly colorful like a vibrant sunset.

Holding the Divine Sword, with a dignified posture and solemn expression, he stood quietly under the incense flood, gazing calmly at the approaching scholar-robed man.

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The scholar-robed man’s gaze slowly swept across the field first falling on the bronze double hammers engraved with runes in Dou Dou’s hands, then glancing at the True Words Book in Xiao Yue’s hands, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He was just about to speak when a clear, angry shout exploded.

"Ya~"

Dou Dou wasn’t going to waste words on him; her figure flickered, already flying forward with double hammers in hand, her tiny figure wrapped in orange-red divine fire like a launched cannonball, heading straight for the scholar-robed man’s face, moving with clean efficiency, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

Almost at the instant Dou Dou moved, the Qiankun Umbrella hovering above everyone suddenly accelerated, spinning rapidly, quickly flying to Dou Dou’s top, opening a green veil, firmly sheltering her under the umbrella, with the pine wood and immortal crane pattern on its surface flowing and guarding in place.

The scholar-robed man frowned, his face’s slight smile vanished instantly, appearing extremely displeased by this sudden offense.

He lightly raised his wrist, casually swinging the sparkling long sword towards Dou Dou.

Instantly, a crimson-as-blood Sword Qi burst from the sword tip, enveloping endless greed and evil thoughts, howling as it slashed towards Dou Dou.

Standing at the rear, Xiao Yue caught just a glance of the Sword Qi, feeling a tumult in her heart, distractions arising, her face turning pale, with her breath hitching a bit.

The Qiankun Umbrella above wobbled violently as if a wind-beaten leaf, with its glow flickering, nearly unstable.

Yet Dou Dou, situated in the center of the Sword Qi, seemed completely unaware.

Her mind was pure like glass, unstained by any worldly desires. This evil Sword Qi, refined from human filth, barely affected her at all.

She neither dodged nor evaded, firmly gripping the bronze double hammers, boldly swinging them down towards the red Sword Qi.

"Dang~"

The sound of metal clashing reverberated throughout the Netherworld, as the orange-red divine fire and the crimson evil Sword Qi collided fiercely, sparking loudly.

The Sword Qi condensed from evil thoughts shattered like fragile glass under the heavy strike of the bronze hammer, dissipating into the incense flood without leaving a ripple.

Dou Dou, utilizing the rebound force to spin in the air, her small face taut, about to charge forward again.

The scholar-robed man, witnessing this, finally showed a hint of surprise, and his eerie aura suddenly condensed.

"Dou Dou, come back~"

Shen Siyuan did not want Dou Dou to again venture into danger, called out, directly wielding the Divine Sword in his hand, Sword Qi like a rainbow, rushing towards the scholar-robed man.

Wherever it passed, the magnetic field in the air was chaotic, the sharpness slicing the air like cloth with a "hissing" sound.

"Oh?"

The scholar-robed man exclaimed in surprise, daring not to be careless, once again swinging the sparkling long sword in his hand, but this time without the crimson-as-blood Sword Qi, instead releasing a misty pink glow, expanding outward.

Instantly, everything around turned into pink, with the world seeming to change appearance.

"Oh my, there are so many bare-skinned big sisters..."

Dou Dou’s voice echoed in Shen Siyuan’s ear.