With the addition of this power, Li Ye was able to endure until the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, allowing him to retract Jianmu.
The spiritual power accumulated within Jianmu had now been completely exhausted, but the vast amount of Purple Oil Spring Rain had formed a stream within Jianmu's small world.
Li Ye could vaguely sense that Jianmu had undergone some change, yet he had no time to pay attention to it, for he could see that this small Netherworld of Dongcang Town was already filled with radiantly glowing Heart Grass.
The power emitted by the Heart Grass constituted a pristine soil, forcibly dispersing the mist in the sky, and the remaining Hungry Ghosts of Dongcang Town had gathered around Li Ye.
They seemed to be pondering something.
Struggling, Li Ye stood up, only to suddenly notice a monk draped in kashaya, with eyebrows drooping to the ground, whose appearance was quite benevolent.
His heart instantly tightened.
