In their lifetimes, most were cultivators from the Daoist Sect.
Shen Xuan gazed at the menacing soul shadows sprawling across the mountains and plains, sighed softly, and sat cross-legged.
Closing his eyes and focusing his mind, he began to recite the "Supreme Salvation Sutra".
"The masses are unaware, like the blind seeing the sun and moon. I come from the Great Void, leading the boundless..."
Each word, each sentence, was clear and bright, imbued with Dao Rhyme.
As the sound of chanting arose, pure Tai Chi Magical Power flowed, emanating a gentle radiance around him.
A subtle five-colored light naturally bloomed from his mouth.
At first, it was like a candle's light, and then it spread.
Centered on his body, the serene radiance enveloped everything within a hundred-zhang radius.
Where the light reached, the formerly clawing, shrieking Yin Souls suddenly froze.
