"Amitabha Buddha."

Master Yunshui uttered another Buddha’s name, and golden light emanated from his mouth, transforming more fierce ghosts into gold.

The young man silently chanted a spell, the Soul-Lost Umbrella spun faster and faster, the eyes on the umbrella’s surface grew larger, and their gaze became increasingly venomous, making onlookers fearful. The golden ghosts lost their glow again when glanced at by the ghostly eyes.

Master Yunshui also began chanting the Buddha’s name one after another, faster and faster, until the golden light from his mouth became joined together like a lamp.

Among the group of ghosts formed a distinct division, the ghosts on this side appeared calm with golden bodies, while those beyond the golden light were frenzied like demons, with vicious faces. Behind the ghosts, the young man closed his eyes, concentrated his spirit, secretly wielding demonic techniques, with the Soul-Lost Umbrella suspended overhead, making it difficult to determine the victor.

"Removing the Soul-Lost Umbrella is the only way to win!" the Young Taoist said.

The Traveling Daoist took out his Three Treasures Ruyi, focused and chanted a curse, and released it, letting it fly out with a faint greenish glow, heading towards the Soul-Lost Umbrella.

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his sleeve, and two little ghosts flew out, catching the Jade Ruyi.

It must be noted that the Jade Ruyi is a treasured Taoist artifact, how could two little ghosts possibly catch it?

The two little ghosts were smashed into pulp instantly by the Jade Ruyi, turning to ashes, but the obstruction reduced the force impacting the Soul-Lost Umbrella, causing it to shake but not fall.

"Leave the little ghosts to me!"

Mr. Zhao stood behind Master Yunshui, his body shook, revealing the Dharma body of King Yama behind him, holding in his hand the Eighteen-Layer Ghostly Pagoda, spinning in layers, with the windows of the tower filled with dense ghosts. The tower exerted a huge suction force on the wandering souls on the ground, no matter if they had golden bodies or rotten flesh, they were sucked into the tower and vanished once it turned.

"You want souls? I’ll give you some!" The young man watched as the souls he summoned were drawn away but remained calm. He reached out and took the Soul-Lost Umbrella, twisted it forcefully, and a horde of silhouettes stacked together, shot towards the pagoda behind Mr. Zhao like arrows, directly knocking down the pagoda’s apparition, causing Mr. Zhao to stumble and collapse, with the Dharma body disappearing instantly.

The young man twisted the Soul-Lost Umbrella more vigorously, causing more silhouettes to spray from the umbrella’s surface and charge at the crowd.

"om ma dha ji la sarva siddhi hum bada"

Master Yunshui’s lips moved slightly, and the crowd heard a faint "om" sound, as if he had already completed the chant of the curse above. In front of Master Yunshui, a Bodhisattva appeared from thin air, wearing a golden crown, standing on a lotus, holding a Demon-Subduing Pestle, adorned in golden armor, standing silently, causing the silhouettes from the Soul-Lost Umbrella to vanish.

Yet more silhouettes continued to charge from the umbrella’s surface, each ferocious and enveloped in malevolent Yin energy.

The young man released the thirty thousand fierce ghosts from the Soul-Lost Umbrella.

"Five Directions Banner!" the Young Taoist yelled at Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao swallowed another elixir and re-manifested the image behind him, holding the Five Directions Banner, shouting: "Ghost Soldiers, confine them, death or life, quickly retreat for safety, resist advice and become smoke!"

After speaking, he shook the Five Directions Banner, causing a regiment of Ghost Soldiers to charge out from King Yama’s Dharma body, clashing with the fierce ghosts released by the Soul-Lost Umbrella, raising clouds of dust in the space between the young man and the others, fighting fiercely and equally.

"All together!"

The Young Taoist shouted and charged forward, Mr. Zhao closely followed, Song Xiaodong ran behind them, but faster than both. Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling hurriedly joined Song Xiaodong, heading towards the young man together. The Traveling Daoist and Master Yunshui stayed in place.

"Rabble."

The young man said disdainfully, retracting the Soul-Lost Umbrella, and took out another object, also tower-shaped, with eight skeletal faces, thirteen levels, known as the Bone Pagoda, throwing it out, the tower spinning, emitting a faint green glow, with flickering green flames from the skeletal eyes.

This green flame, unfamiliar to others, was certainly known to Mr. Zhao. Wasn’t it the karmic fire that previously turned the Yin Corpse to ashes?

In an instant, the Bone Pagoda was suspended above Song Xiaodong and the others.

"Release!"

The young man shouted, and the Bone Pagoda started spinning endlessly, spraying green flames from the eyes, noses, and mouths of the eight skeletal faces, targeting Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, Chu Xianling, Mr. Zhao, and the Young Taoist, with igniting intentions. Any flesh body touched by karmic fire would instantly turn to ashes, erasing all karma!

"Xiaodong!"

Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling looked at Song Xiaodong, their eyes full of reluctance, nostalgia, and sadness.

Just as the karmic fire approached Song Xiaodong, and he could see the flickering green flames, suddenly, the sky above Lop Nur brightened with a rainbow glow, ethereal music echoed, enchanting fragrances wafted, cranes cried, colorful petals scattered, auspicious clouds swirled.

In the night sky, a barefoot woman in a white long dress, a red silk ribbon loosely tying her smooth black hair, descended gracefully, reaching out her hand, and a scroll flew down and opened. It was an ancient painting, shining multicolored light onto the desert ground of Lop Nur, sweeping all the Ghost Soldiers, fierce ghosts, and karmic fire like a fishing net, capturing them into the painting which closed and floated back into the sky.

The barefoot woman possessed the aura of immortality, even colder and prouder than Chu Xianling, delicately descending to the ground, her red feet touching the soft sand.