Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
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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