"Hahaha..."
The laughter of the Sea Moon Monk echoed above Kyoto, manic and mournful, piercing through the curtain of the Hundred Ghosts' wails.
He stood atop the ruins of a burning townhouse, his Kasaya flapping in the Yin Wind, yet his face wore an expression of near-liberation and tranquility.
Below, the resentful energy of the Earth Vein, pried open by him and the Hai Cang Team using the Secret Spell of the Danzu and the Buddhist True Words, boiled over like a beast freed from a thousand-year shackle.
Countless twisted phantoms poured out from dark corners, filthy rivers, and abandoned residences, merging into visible filthy torrents.
