The banner unfurled against the wind, and the originally restrained power of incense erupted instantaneously, pouring down from within like a bursting flood.
The orange-red incense transformed into a rushing waterfall, sweeping across the land of the Netherworld, dyeing the yellow earth ever warmer and dispersing the polluted energy in the air little by little.
Such radiant light dyed half of the night sky of the Netherworld in red, even enveloping the high-hanging bright moon in a warm red halo.
Within the incense, there seemed to be a Buddhist chant echoing, ethereal and solemn.
Also, there seemed to be whispers of ancient Divine spirits, majestic and profound.
Furthermore, it was interwoven with the sincere prayers of countless believers, fragmented yet enduring.
The three kinds of sounds entwined together, forming a mighty and holy power, resonating throughout the Netherworld.
