To Su Qingyan, these vengeful ghosts posed no threat at all.
Judging from the aura exuded by these malicious ghosts, even the strongest among them were only ghosts that had just entered the Celestial Being Realm.
Given Su Qingyan's ability to freeze a million corpse troopers with a wave of her hand, dealing with these ghosts was as easy as snapping a finger.
The other great emperors did the same. Even Pu Jingwan could deal with these ghosts in the blink of an eye.
However, none of the great emperors present did that. They only slightly restricted the movements of the malicious spirits and looked at them with pity in their eyes.
These ghosts were pitiful people.
They'd clearly led happy lives when they were alive, but the Lich King had drained their souls and refined them into his own body. He'd sealed their souls and prevented them from reincarnating, so they'd constantly nurtured resentment and used it to raise their own cultivation.
Every corpse refiner raised their cultivation this way. The Lich King wasn't the only one.
This was why corpse refiners were viewed by the three races as evil cultivators. They had no place to live.
"The Dao of Corpses shouldn't exist in this world."
Looking at the malicious ghosts before them, the few great emperors couldn't bear to watch.
"Sealing them like this isn't a solution. These ghosts have been sealed away by the Lich King for too long. Their resentment is already too deep. It's impossible for them to regain their clarity on their own," said Su Qingyan.
"If only we had an expert from the Buddhist Domain here," said Xuan Ji.
Ye Zichen couldn't help but frown.
He naturally understood why Xuan Ji was sighing. The Buddhist Domain was sacred. If there were a Buddha here, he could recite sutras and help these souls ascend to the afterlife, giving them peace of mind and allowing them to reincarnate.
Could it be that he had to call the Great Sage over?
Right now, the only expert he knew of from the Buddhist Domain was the Great Sage!
"Your ….. Majesty ….."
Right at this moment, a wisp of clarity flashed across the eyes of one of the sealed ghosts. With a hoarse voice, he slowly knelt down to Lao Ai with the help of the confined space.
The Great Emperors looked over, and Bi 'an also frowned.
"Zhao Jie."
This man was one of the six generals under Lao Ai. He was also the Third Prince's teacher when he was chosen by Lao Ai and brought back to the Four Direction Palace. During the Third Prince's coming of age ceremony, he bestowed him as an advisor to assist the Third Prince in handling some matters in the Four Direction Palace.
He had followed the Third Prince here during the incident at Spirit City, and he was one of the corpses whose souls had been sucked dry.
"I beg you to kill me."
Zhao Jie looked like he was in great pain. Kneeling in the void, he kept grabbing his head, looking like he would be devoured by the resentment at any moment.
Lao Ai's shoulders trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the once iron-boned warrior before him.
The other Great Sovereigns more or less knew about Zhao Jie's deeds and his relationship with Bi An.
Everyone was silent as they looked at Tao Wu's position.
"Your Majesty, please give me a quick death. Even if my soul is destroyed and I can never reincarnate, I don't want to live like this."
"Your Majesty, Zhao Jie begs you!"
This was his trusted aide who had followed him to conquer the world thousands of years ago. Even if a knife was placed on his neck, he wouldn't even bat an eyelid. Even if ten thousand swords pierced his body, his knees would never touch the ground.
But now, he was begging for death!
Some of the other wraiths had regained some of their rationality, and they all looked like they were begging for death.
Instantly, Bi An's eyes reddened. The other Great Sovereigns couldn't bear to see him like this.
"Alright!"
Bi An's voice was choked with emotion. The Hidden Dragon Sword in his hand wailed, as if it were sending off an old friend.
When he saw Bi An rise with his sword, Zhao Jie revealed a look of relief.
"Exterminate …"
"Amitabha!"
In an instant, a deep Buddhist voice came from all directions.
The people from the Buddhist Realm had definitely arrived!
He definitely hadn't heard wrong!
Bi An instantly stopped his sword. Even though he was about to unleash his sword technique, the backlash caused a trickle of blood to trickle down the corner of his mouth.
He didn't care.
As long as he could let his old friend return safely, even if the backlash would severely injure him, he was willing to do so.
After a long time, a flash of golden light appeared in the void.
It was as dazzling as the morning sun, and it enveloped all of Spirit City.
Wherever the golden light passed, all of the resentment vanished like smoke. Then came a series of Buddhist chants that were difficult to understand, like a spring breeze caressing one's face.
The wraiths' expressions became serene, and the resentment between heaven and earth faded away.
Countless departed souls emerged from the corpses of the dead, or were stripped of their resentment. Their eyes were filled with gratitude as they kowtowed deeply to the golden light. Then, their souls drifted away.
"Your Majesty."
Zhao Jie, whose soul glowed with golden light, floated to Bi An's side and kowtowed deeply.
"This subordinate has failed to live up to your expectations and led His Highness astray. A hundred deaths cannot atone for this subordinate's sins."
"Zhao Jie …."
At this point, Bi An didn't know what to say.
In truth, he didn't blame Zhao Jie at all for His Highness's actions. He had chosen Zhao Jie from the Lower Realms, so how could he not know his temperament?
Bi An had sent Zhao Jie to His Highness's side in hopes that he could keep His Highness in check.
"This isn't your fault," Bi An said, "I've fought alongside you for ten thousand years, and I truly wish … I could see you ascend to the throne." Zhao Jie smiled sadly. "This subordinate is a crude man, so it's a little strange for me to say such sentimental things. Since I can no longer fight alongside Your Majesty, I wish you prosperity on your martial path. Please treat them well for me as well.
Mother and daughter. "
"Alright!" Bi An nodded solemnly.
"In that case … farewell!"
Cupping his fists, Zhao Jie, like the countless departed souls in Spirit City, merged into the river of souls.
The rims of Bi An's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly, refusing to loosen them. The various Great Emperors also watched the river of souls as it gradually disappeared from Spirit City.
Multicolored light illuminated the world.
The long chanting of sutras cleared the city of resentment. Resplendent light pierced through the heavy darkness, filling the city with an aura of life.
"Many thanks for Buddha's benevolence!"
The lofty and unyielding Bi 'an lowered his proud head, but the golden light didn't respond.
Just as abruptly as he'd arrived, he left.
From start to finish, not a single one of the great emperors in Spirit City saw through the Buddha's true form.
Only Ye Zichen's expression was somewhat strange. He frowned at the spot where the golden light had faded, and said nothing for a long time.
"Prime Minister Turtle!"
"This old servant is here." The old man with the turtle shell on his back slowly walked up to Bi An's side.
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