Lu Yin was already prepared. "There’s no need to give a formal offering, but we can at least show our sincerity. This is a custom from my homeland."0

As he spoke, he pulled a few strings from his cosmic ring and handed them to Grandpa Fa and the others. “These are Remembrance Strings. They represent the love and blessings of younger generations toward elders who are about to pass. The more times you walk around the elder holding the string, the more sincere it is. That’s just how it works.”0

Ah Three looked puzzled. "Is that a tradition?"0

"I like it," Ah Five commented.0

Grandpa Fa sighed. "The Gate of Laws isn't some place that we can visit whenever we want. We may never get another chance to pay our respects. Given the situation, let’s do it."0

Ah Nine took a string and pressed her lips together. "Thank you, Seventeen."0

Lu Yin nodded and started walking around the grave.0

Grandpa Fa and the others followed suit.0

One time around. Two circles. Three… Ten…0

For Lu Yin, a few circles would have sufficed. With each round, he was weaving threads of karma around the grave. No one else could see what he was doing, only him. Spiraling karma had already completely surrounded the grave.0

Spirals of karma were something that not even Dukkhans could see, though they could instinctively sense such attacks and avoid them.0

However, by using karma to build a trap, Lu Yin was not even physically touching the...0