If one were to observe the flow of superior affinity in this place with the Heavenly Eye, one would find many mixed energies. Besides the white energy representing vitality and creation, there is also a deep blue energy representing death and the netherworld.
These energies, which could be considered very beautiful, are as delicate as leaf veins, interwoven into a crystalline net. They exist in silence, like stubborn statues, resisting time without the slightest fluctuation.
All of these fall within the normal range and are natural products of the Heavenly Dao's operation.
Simon gently touched these death energies and immediately felt a sense of stagnation and heaviness. Images of evil spirits devouring people appeared before his eyes, and piercing wails echoed in his ears. It was the residual divine will of the deceased within the death energy launching a counterattack. If one could not withstand it, their mind would be harmed.
Many supernatural tales on the market mention terrifying sights that travelers encounter when passing by graveyards or haunted houses at night. These are not groundless; they are not merely deifying the fear of death, but rather, some more spiritually perceptive individuals can indeed sense the malice within the death energy.
What would happen if these death energies gathered?
Simon's thoughts shifted through time, and he saw a possibility in the distant future.
The deep blue death energy was as thick as clouds, stirring up anomalies in heaven and earth. A mass of purple-gold cloud energy appeared in the sky, opposing the death energy from afar, mutually contending, one yin and one yang, one dynamic and one static.
The death energy accumulated thicker and thicker until it began to contract inward, forming a black sphere. It started to rise, and the surrounding superior affinity surged into the void, causing a ground collapse. The purple-gold cloud energy in the sky was attracted downward, and the two converged, drawing lightning.
A hundred-mile radius was reduced to scorched earth.
The original mass grave had been replaced by a long, narrow depression, as if a wound created by heaven and earth to excise a festering sore.
Simon couldn't help but ponder.
Does this world have a spirit?
Does the universe operate according to pre-set laws?
What is humanity's place between heaven and earth?
Why do the deceased influence changes in heaven and earth?
If a universe had life, had consciousness, how terrifyingly awe-inspiring and how deeply yearned for a thing that would be!
While Simon was lost in thought, Kun Qing walked over. "Does the monk go first, or does the Daoist go first?"
"You go first."
"Each of us will deliver half. We'll use that burial mound as the boundary; the east side is mine, the west side is yours."
"Agreed."
Kun Qing pulled out a green jade talisman from his Pregnant, held it with both hands, and performed the 'Treading the Dipper' ritual among the graves, chanting the "Lingbao Immeasurable Salvation Sutra of Superior Grade" with shouts and cries.
A dark cloud gradually gathered in the sky, appearing exceptionally clear on a bright winter day with clear skies.
The few spectators clicked their tongues in wonder.
"Heaven and Earth's Pivot, Five Thunder Righteous Law!"
Kun Qing drew the iron sword from his back and pointed it at the sky.
Dense electric light rapidly rolled within the dark cloud, like a blazing purple lotus of light.
Kun Qing roared three times.
"Lightning come!"
"Lightning come!"
"Lightning come!"
Woo—
Suddenly, heaven and earth let out a muffled roar, like a giant's breath, sweeping through the sky.
Boom!!
The next moment, lightning struck from the sky!
In the dazzling light, Daoist Kun Qing stood tall and majestic, like a towering mountain range in the night.
The electric light, like rolling flying snakes, plunged into the web of death energy and leaped around incessantly.
People stood as if in a world of aurora, surrounded by ribbons of golden light. Fortunately, no one was targeted by the electric light, so no accidents occurred.
The air was scorched by the high temperature, emitting a pungent odor. Everyone's hair began to float, except for Simon, the Bald Donkey.
The little Bald Donkey watched with a grin as the men in turbans and crowns had their hair constantly spilling out from beneath their headwear. What an unruly static electricity!
Loud bangs echoed one after another, causing painful earaches and heart palpitations. The martial artists watching the spectacle quickly circulated their internal energy to resist.
After nearly a quarter of an hour of sound and light bombardment, the stubborn death energy finally dissipated.
The lightning ceased, the dark clouds overhead dispersed, and the sunlight once again illuminated the area. Most of the mass grave became clean and refreshed, even the part Simon was responsible for was greatly purified.
The Daoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, then forcefully pressed down his frizzy hair. Whether it was some secret technique or not, he indeed smoothed his hair back into a compliant state. Kun Qing smiled with satisfaction and walked over to Simon, gesturing a "please."
The monk pouted and walked to the edge of the graves.
When faced with an unfamiliar task, one always searches their memory for similar experiences to formulate a solution. However, this was indeed a direction Simon had never ventured into. Of course, he could chant sutras for the deceased, but simply speaking would be useless.
So, he could only start from the essence of the problem.
Simon had seen death energy before, but it was always mixed in with the superior affinity, very inconspicuous.
After personally touching the death energy, he also roughly realized its stubborn and cold nature.
Death energy would cancel out superior affinity with conflicting attributes, and lightning energy was one such attribute.
Strangely, death energy and life energy did not conflict.
Furthermore, spiritual will could merge with death energy.
So, for now, Simon had two solutions.
The first was naturally to summon heavenly lightning, just like the Daoist, but this was also a relatively unfamiliar technique.
The second was to use his own divine will to absorb the death energy.
In terms of feasibility, he naturally chose the second.
Simon gently raised his hand, and a hazy epiphyllum suddenly appeared in his palm.
The surrounding crowd gasped in unison.
The epiphyllum rotated slightly, and faint colorful clouds drifted between its petals.
Utterly soft and utterly beautiful.
Simon lifted his hand, as if releasing a butterfly.
The epiphyllum gently flew into the air.
Everyone's gaze followed it.
The death energy materialized, appearing as blue-gray mist. Streams of it, like long dragons, poured into the epiphyllum, dyeing the pristine white flower a mysterious and elegant blue-purple.
Before long, the death energy was drained, and the epiphyllum flew back into Simon's palm.
Its petals withered one by one, scattering like dispersing birds, and upon landing, they disintegrated into ashes and dust.
Finally, Simon held only a dark, oval fruit in his hand. Its skin was rough and tough, adorned with many human-like patterns, both eerie and beautiful.
Kun Qing leaned in, "Monk, young master, what secret art is this?"
Simon cast a sidelong glance at this thick-skinned 'ox-nosed' Daoist. "Divine Foot Technique. You want to learn? Shave your head and follow This humble monk back for a few years of cultivation, and I'll teach you."
"Ugh, forget it. The little Bald Donkey has ill intentions, and he even talks about Buddhism's wide-open doors of convenience..."
"How do we count this round?"
"Of course I won. If I hadn't summoned the lightning first, could you, a little Bald Donkey with insufficient skills, have absorbed this death energy so easily?"
Simon was amused by his face of vying for credit. "Since you say so, then alright, you win. Let's talk about the third round."
Kun Qing's playful expression turned serious again. "Young Monk Miaoji, I, the Daoist, acknowledge your professional skill. For this third round, how about we work together to tackle a difficult matter?"
"Tell me about it. What kind of matter could trouble our mighty Daoist Kun Qing?" Simon said sarcastically. 'If you're shameless, I'll just have to mock you.'
This small trick was like a spring breeze to Kun Qing. He laughed heartily, "Presumably, you've also calculated that Quan Manor will face a calamity in the future. If they overcome it, they'll have clear skies and continue to prosper and be wealthy. If not, everyone from top to bottom will die, with not even a chicken or dog left. As guests, eating their food and using their things, we should solve a small problem for them, shouldn't we?"
Simon nodded. "That matter, indeed. Even if you didn't come to me, This humble monk could solve it. But since you want to lend a hand, let's finish it quickly."
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