Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Early the next day, the instant the sunlight descended on Purple Sun City, Buddhist light appeared with the sun and landed in the city.
The Buddhist light spread out like a lotus flower, revealing a spotless white-clad monk. This monk was handsome with delicate features, looking like an extraordinary, refined azure lotus.
If this were a bustling, crowded place, his appearance might have caused everyone to stop and fall silent. His innate peacefulness seemed infectious.
However, it was unfortunate that he had landed on the dilapidated street where Idle Cloud Restaurant had been.
The heavy bloody stench had yet to fade away. This place was now a famous ghost street of Purple Sun City. It was said that one could hear ghosts wailing at night; hence, no one was willing to clear the corpses.
The crowd had dispersed, leaving only blood that could not be washed away and the bare bones that remained after the vultures gorged themselves.
The white-clad monk held Buddhist prayer beads in his hand as he swept his deep, pitch-black eyes over the place.
After a while, the white-clad monk closed his eyes and chanted scriptures. His right hand formed the Buddhist hand seal for bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind while his left hand thumbed through the Buddhist prayer beads.
The white-clad monk gave off a holy Buddhist light, apparently a peaceful and auspicious holy light.
The bloody, baleful energy lingering in the air was swept away by the light, immediately chased away. The bloody stench turned fresh again, and clumps of white light wafted out of the corpses and bones.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The countless corpses and aggrieved spirits turned into beneficence and entered the white-clad monk’s body. When he opened his eyes, they shone bright and flickered with light.
This made those eyes looked even deeper and holier.
Then, the white-clad monk extended his right hand, and his soft, white fingers changed positions, turning into the Buddhism Revealed Seal.
The scenes that the aggrieved spirits had
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