“What a strange power.”0

Ye Qing frowned and channeled the Burning Wind to cleanse away the unholy energies, but before he could do so, a terrible weight suddenly pressed down on his back. His feet abruptly sank into the ground as if he was carrying a million mountains, and a grayish fire started burning within thirty meters of him. Strangely, it was cold, lifeless, and completely devoid of temperature. It felt like a flame that should only exist during the Hundred Ghosts Parade, or the depths of hell.0

This was just the beginning, however. While Ye Qing was struggling to break free from the powers afflicting him, a terrible onslaught of emotions suddenly assaulted his mind. He felt terribly lost and sorrowful as if he had just lost his loved ones. He felt as if nothing in life was meaningful or worthwhile, and that there wasn’t even a soul he could rely on in this trying time. He was so sad, so lonely, so in despair that he thought he might as well die.2

He should just… die.1

As soon as the idea took root, it quickly spread throughout his heart and filled him with a sense of bleakness and despair. He actually stopped resisting and allowed the deathly fire to erode his flesh, his vigor and vitality to leak freely, and all sorts of illness to spread throughout his body.0

I should die. I should die. I should—0

“Amitabha…”0

It was at this moment the Boundless Mara Buddha unleashed a halo of golden light. The deathly flames...0