The night was as dark as ink, and the sea breeze at Bin Hai carried the salty and moist sea air, wafting past the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows.
Shen Siyuan gently twisted his fingers as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner slowly rose from his Sea of Consciousness. The palm-sized banner fluttered without wind, and the incense fire power within, intertwined in gold and red, surged like a vast ocean. Even through the fabric, one could feel the pure and majestic sacred aura.
"Brother, the incense has all been gathered."
Holding a slightly yellowed True Words Book, Xiao Yue walked forward with a calm expression, "These past few days, I've visited all seventy-two temples big and small, as well as various folk shrines and Land God Temples. Most of the Incense Fire Wishing Power scattered in the mortal world has been collected into the banner by me."
