The war chariot advanced, and within sight were nothing but Remnant Souls, resentful ghosts, and a morass of blood and bone.
Deep within Liang Hui's eyes, a ripple stirred.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a Green Banner beside him already fluttered out, floating behind the war chariot.
The cyan-golden glow, rising slowly like mist, was filled with softness and warmth.
Faint chanting sounds emanated from within the light.
".....Spanning the ten directions of the realm, forever with Divine Power, saving all beings, guiding them from the path of confusion, beings unknowing, clouds of celebration open the gates of life, auspicious smoke seals the doors of death. Saving all sins, delivering from every calamity....."
The ethereal voice spread rapidly in all directions.
Where it passed, the souls of the wronged scattered, blood, flesh, and bone dust turned to ash, and even moisture and mud were swept away, as greenery once again appeared on the land.
