Shen Qingzhou was prepared.
This piece of Yangzhou Netherworld had occupied the land for countless years, breeding numerous formidable Muddy Ghosts within. This incense had washed away their living space, severing their foundation. How could they sit idly by?
"They're coming."
Shen Siyuan spoke lightly, his gaze fixed on the depths of the darkness.
As soon as he finished speaking, four distinctly different yet equally vile and polluted auras erupted violently from the depths of the Netherworld.
An aura of Literary Energy, stern and righteous, yet twisted with obsession.
An aura of dharma rhythm, ethereal and fleeting, yet wrapped in cold cunning.
An aura murmuring Buddha's name, low and humble, yet hiding insane desires.
An aura of military killing intent, soaring to the heavens, yet filled with endless resentment and malice.
The four auras intertwined, instantly overshadowing the warmth of the incense in the sky, suddenly stalling the entire Netherworld's Yin Wind.
