The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly traveled across the entire battlefield.

Like a pebble thrown into a boiling oil pan, it stunned everyone.

Wu Minghuang suddenly raised her head.

Master Qingyang's laughter stopped abruptly.

Inside Lingxiao Pavilion, everyone stared wide-eyed.

Then they saw—

A white figure had appeared before the torrent of vengeful spirits, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the cold wind.

He looked very young, only about twenty years old, but his eyes were so deep they seemed to have witnessed countless ages.

Chen Xuan.

He stood there calmly, watching the overwhelming torrent of vengeful spirits, the banner of human souls that blotted out the sky, and the bloodstains at the corner of Wu Minghuang's mouth.

His originally indifferent and uncaring gaze had become colder.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

He gently touched the thousand-foot-tall banner of human souls.

It's like turning off an oil lamp.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out between heaven and earth.

It's not a real sword.

It was a sword aura.

A sword aura that is pure to the extreme, sharp to the extreme, and domineering to the extreme!

The sword energy shot out from Chen Xuan's fingertip, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then!

It pierced the banner of human souls.

"puff."

A soft sound.

It's like a needle piercing through a layer of paper.

The thousand-foot-tall banner of human souls was so fragile and vulnerable in the face of that sword energy.

A fist-sized hole was pierced in the center of the banner.

Golden flames began to burn at the edge of the cave entrance.

"No...it's impossible..."

The dried corpse of Master Qingyang let out its final roar.

But his voice soon disappeared.

Because the banner of human souls began to burn.

From that hole, golden flames spread rapidly, covering the entire banner in the blink of an eye.

The countless distorted human faces on the flag emitted mournful howls in the flames before turning to ashes one by one.

The thousand-foot banner was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

It drifted away with the wind.

The torrent of vengeful spirits abruptly stopped.

Those menacing spirits, the moment the banner of human souls disappeared, seemed to have lost their source, turning into black smoke and dissipating into the air.

"Holy Master, you have arrived."

Wu Minghuang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled brightly.

Chen Xuan had a headache: "You woman, what are you trying to prove? I didn't ask you to help me get revenge."

The Empress reiterated, "It is my duty to share the burdens of the Holy Master."

"I've already told you, I am not your holy teacher."

Chen Xuan said helplessly.

"Then prove it to me."

Wu Minghuang stepped forward, almost touching Chen Xuan, her gaze fixed on him. "My intuition is right."

Chen Xuan was about to speak in rebuttal.

"Martial Phoenix! Chen Xuan!"

A roar filled with extreme resentment and madness interrupted their conversation.

The body of Master Qingyang, which had been like a dried corpse, had somehow gotten up again.

Although he was already exhausted and could barely stand, his sunken eyes still burned with a final madness.

He clutched his chest tightly, where a jet-black bead was throbbing wildly.

That is the core of the Human Soul Banner, the origin of millions of resentful souls!

"I will make you...all of you pay with your lives!"

He shoved the black bead into his mouth and then crushed it!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound.

The next second—

"boom!!!"

An overwhelming surge of resentment erupted from Master Qingyang's body!

That wasn't ordinary resentment; it was the accumulated malevolence, venom, hatred, and despair of millions of vengeful souls after being forcibly refined over thousands of years—the product of all negative emotions condensed to their extreme!

The black resentment transformed into a tangible torrent, spreading wildly in all directions from Qingyang Zhenren's center!

Wherever it passed, even space itself began to distort and decay!

"not good!"

Wu Minghuang's expression changed, and she was about to make a move.

But Chen Xuan reached out and stopped her.

"etc."

Chen Xuan said calmly.

His gaze fell on Qingyang Zhenren, then at the overwhelming resentment, and finally turned to Wu Minghuang.

"Didn't you want me to prove it?"

He said slowly:

"Alright, I'll prove it to you."

"I am not a saint."

The moment the words fell.

Chen Xuan took a step forward.

It wasn't teleportation, it wasn't flying, it was just a very ordinary step.

But when that step was taken, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, everyone heard a sound.

Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

The voice was soft and faint, yet it possessed a power to cleanse the soul.

Like the morning bells and evening drums of an ancient temple deep in the mountains, or the whispered chanting of ascetic monks.

Chen Xuan clasped his hands together.

His white robes fluttered in the resentful wind, yet a faint golden light began to emanate from his body.

That was not the golden light of the Emperor's Law.

That was Buddha's light.

Pure, gentle, compassionate, and vast Buddha light.

"This is........"

Wu Minghuang's pupils contracted slightly.

She recognized the light.

This is the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism, the Great Sun Tathagata's Purification Mantra!

But isn't this kind of supernatural power only something that high-ranking monks who have cultivated for thousands of years and attained enlightenment can use?

How could Chen Xuan...?

She didn't have time to think it through.

Because Chen Xuan had already spoken.

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

Six characters.

The six-syllable mantra of Buddhism.

Each word he uttered transformed into a golden rune, slowly rotating in the air.

The first "Om" syllable flew out and transformed into a golden lotus platform, hovering beneath Chen Xuan's feet.

The second "ma" flew out and transformed into a golden vajra pestle, which Chen Xuan held in his hand.

The third "呢" flew out and transformed into a string of golden Buddhist beads, which wrapped around Chen Xuan's wrist.

The fourth "ba" sound flew out and transformed into a golden kasaya, which was draped over Chen Xuan's body.

The fifth "mi" sound flew out, transforming into a golden halo that hovered behind Chen Xuan's head.

The sixth "Hum" syllable flew out and transformed into a golden Buddha phantom, sitting cross-legged behind Chen Xuan.

The six-syllable mantra, the six Buddhist treasures.

Chen Xuan stood on the lotus platform, holding a vajra pestle, wearing a kasaya, with Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, a halo spinning behind his head, and a phantom image of Buddha sitting cross-legged behind him.

He was like a true Buddha descended to earth.

"This...this is impossible..."

Master Qingyang stared blankly at the scene, his voice filled with fear.

He could feel that the resentment was melting away rapidly in the face of the Buddha's light, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun!

"No... I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"

He frantically channeled the remaining resentment within him, attempting a final struggle.

But Chen Xuan simply raised the Vajra Pestle slowly and gently tapped it at him.

"Purify".

Two words.

Two light and airy words.

Yet it seemed to carry the will of the entire world.

Golden Buddhist light surged from the Vajra Pestle, transforming into a pillar of light that enveloped Qingyang Zhenren, the overwhelming resentment, and the entire battlefield.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

The resentment quickly dissipated in the Buddha's light.

It's like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Under the light of the Buddha, the vengeful spirits' faces gradually lost their resentment, revealing expressions of relief. They bowed to Chen Xuan, then transformed into specks of golden light and vanished into the air.

The body of Master Qingyang, which resembled a dried corpse, also began to disintegrate within the Buddha's light.

Starting from the feet, little by little, it turned into ashes.

"No...no..."

He let out a final, desperate roar, "Chen Xuan... who exactly are you... who exactly are you...?"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Because his body had completely turned to ashes.

Not even a trace was left.

And that overwhelming resentment completely dissipated under the purification of the Buddha's light.

The sky cleared up again.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating Chen Xuan, his golden Buddhist robes, and his calm eyes.

He slowly withdrew the vajra, dissipated the Buddha's light, removed his kasaya, put away his prayer beads, concealed the halo, and vanished the Buddha's illusory image.

Finally, he stepped down from the lotus platform and transformed back into the ordinary boy in white.

Just like everything that just happened, it never happened.

He turned around and looked at Wu Minghuang.

"You know that holy master, who also possesses Buddhist supernatural powers?"