After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

He wore a dark imperial robe embroidered with dark gold patterns of the underworld mountains and rivers.

His face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, yet it possessed no trace of femininity, only the coldness and indifference that had settled over countless ages.

A pair of dark golden eyes calmly looked down, and everything in sight seemed to lose its color.

He simply stood in the air, and the surrounding air seemed to submit to him.

Feng Jin looked down at the ancient, deathly aura of the century-old imperial soul below, and at Shi Qinglian, who was fused with resentment.

Just a glimpse.

Those dark golden eyes seemed to contain the supreme law that judges all ghosts.

"Noisy."

Feng Jin parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words.

As soon as the words were spoken, the phantom of the century-old imperial soul, which had been trying to make a final struggle to erupt, was as if its throat had been choked by an invisible giant hand.

All the deathly energy, resentment, and unwilling roars froze instantly, and the expanding soul body stiffened abruptly.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the solidified illusory image of the Emperor's Soul, along with the last remaining embers of Shi Qinglian's struggling consciousness, were powerless to resist. An irresistible force of law pulled them together, transforming them into two imperceptible beams of light that shot towards the Netherworld rift in the sky.

It disappeared into it.

The overwhelming purplish-black death aura that permeated the valley and eroded life seemed to have lost its foundation, and within the domain of the Fengdu Emperor's laws, it quickly dissipated into the world.

The clamor has ceased, and delusions have vanished.

After doing all this, Feng Jin glanced down with his dark golden eyes.

Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng had already collapsed from exhaustion, still holding hands, lying on the scorched and cracked ground, their bodies covered in blood and wounds from the depletion of their spiritual energy.

The next instant, Feng Jin's figure blurred in the air, and when he reappeared, he was standing silently beside Jiang Dusheng and Xie Jinchen.

The hem of the dark imperial robe remained unmoved, not even a speck of dust was stirred.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the two people's clasped hands. Although the power of the underworld had disappeared, the faint residual fluctuations were still clearly discernible.

"Shen Yuepo," Feng Jin suddenly spoke, his voice still indifferent, but now carrying a hint of emotion he only showed when facing certain people, "Haven't you seen enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple spread through the air around him, like waves rippling on water.

A woman stood beside him.

She wore imperial robes that matched Feng Jin, embroidered with intricate golden reincarnation runes and hidden patterns of spider lilies.

Her face was aloof and peerless, and her eyes seemed to hold a myriad of stars.

Shen Yuepo squatted down and carefully examined the unconscious Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng.

"Is this the savior that girl Jiuyou keeps talking about?" Shen Yuepo's voice was clear and melodious.

Her gaze swept between the two faces, "Xie Jinchen... Jiang Dusheng..."

Shen Yuepo murmured the two names, her fingertips unconsciously tracing lines, as if she were deducing something.

"Even when shrouded in malevolent energy, one's will remains steadfast; even when possessed by yin energy, one's Daoist heart remains clear. One is like an inextinguishable calamity fire, burning away karmic obstacles to preserve one's true self; the other is like an eternal moon, illuminating away delusion to guard one's spiritual altar."

Shen Yuepo paused, a faint smile playing on her lips, instantly bringing a touch of liveliness to her usually aloof expression.

"Their destinies intertwine, their causes and effects are intertwined, they face numerous calamities and dangers at every turn, yet they always manage to glimpse a glimmer of hope in the face of despair. They are bound together by each other, serving as each other's ferry. One is fire, the other is water, creating a rare phenomenon of complementary symbiosis."

"In this sea of ​​suffering, we've crossed it hand in hand... It truly is a match made in heaven," she said, raising her eyes to glance at Feng Jin standing quietly beside her.

Feng Jin listened from the side, his dark golden eyes devoid of emotion. He simply reached out his well-defined hand, grasped Shen Yuepo's wrist, and pulled her up.

"You followed me to this time rift from thousands of years ago just to squat here and read the faces of two mortals?"

Shen Yuepo straightened up with his help, letting him hold her wrist.

She looked up at Feng Jin, her voice still clear and melodious, but now with a touch of lively reproach:

"Feng Jin, if you hadn't spoiled your daughter and let her run wild with Shen Tu, incurring this karmic debt, would we have needed to come all this way to repay this debt on her behalf?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin frowned almost imperceptibly, looking at Shen Yuepo, "Shen Yuepo, you seem to be getting less and less patient with me lately."

His tone was calm, but the content was completely inconsistent with his identity as the Emperor of Fengdu.

Shen Yuepo seemed not to hear his words, or perhaps she was already used to his behavior.

She ignored Feng Jin's accusations and instead raised her other hand, which was not being held, and slashed it through the air.

As her fingertips traced a path, a drop of water materialized out of thin air.

The water droplets, no bigger than beans, exude an extreme chill, yet within this chill lies a boundless vitality that nourishes the soul and stabilizes its very essence.

The droplet of water fell slowly, quietly dissolving into a soft, moon-white halo just inches above Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng, enveloping them both.

As the light swirled, the wounds on their bodies caused by the deathly aura of the Emperor's Soul, the meridians ruptured due to excessive depletion of spiritual power, and the tremors at the level of their souls began to heal at a visible speed.

Although still weak and unconscious, the life force within him has been rekindled, and his soul and body are out of danger. At least he is no longer in mortal danger, and his foundation has not been damaged.

Shen Yuepo quietly watched the two people whose breathing gradually stabilized in the halo of light, her gaze finally settling on their hands, which they had not loosened even in their unconsciousness.

She seemed to see her former self and Feng Jin, and her cold expression softened for a moment.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of solemnity: "Xie Jinchen, Jiang Dusheng. The cause and effect here have been cleared, and the debts of gratitude have been repaid. However, our meeting is predestined. Seeing that your destinies are intertwined and your affection is deep and unwavering, I hereby bestow these words upon you:"

Shen Yuepo slightly raised her hand, and tiny specks of light scattered from her fingertips, merging into the halo surrounding the two of them. Her voice was ethereal and solemn, as if resonating with the very laws of reincarnation:

"Dust is in the ashes, and the ashes are rekindled; the fire of calamity forges true gold."

"Beyond the ferry lies life, life is a cycle of reincarnation, the Weak Water carries the spirit boat."

"May you two, from now on, enjoy many years together—"

"Having weathered countless trials and tribulations in the mortal world, we can still hold hands."

"Having traversed countless desolate paths, I remain true to my original aspiration."

"Where love resides, even mountains and seas cannot separate us; our souls are bound together."

"Through the bonds of fate, though life and death may pass, the lines of destiny intertwine."

"This gift is inscribed in the cycle of reincarnation and engraved in the covenant of the soul."

The words of blessing seeped into the depths of their souls along with the light, transforming into an incomparably strong protective mark that then disappeared.

This was not to grant them great power, but rather to add a touch of blessing from the Netherworld Empress to their already deep bond and ties.

Perhaps at some crucial moment in the future, it can guide them to a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

After the blessing was completed, the halo surrounding the two gradually dissipated, eventually turning into specks of light that entered their bodies.

Shen Yuepo withdrew her hand, and the solemn and ethereal aura around her also dissipated, returning her to her usual aloof appearance.

Feng Jin, who had witnessed her actions, let out a barely audible hum, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger: "You are quite kind-hearted."

Shen Yuepo seemed oblivious to the hidden meaning in his words, and instead took the opportunity to grasp Feng Jin's hand, which he hadn't let go of.

"Feng Jin, I'm hungry."

Feng Jin: "..."

"Shen Yuepo, are you a starving ghost?"

"Feng Jin, you seem to be losing patience with me."

"Don't mimic my speech."

The two figures faded away like ink spreading across water as they spoke, eventually disappearing into this gap in time and space, as if they had never existed.

The valley returned to silence, with only a gentle breeze rustling through the scorched earth that was gradually regaining life, and Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng lying unconscious.

In the distance, Xuanji Zhenren's shouts of shock and anger, along with the sound of air being torn apart, gradually drew closer:

"My good disciple! You brats! Don't die yet!"