Dozens of miles long, the serpent-fish winding through the Wangchuan River dissolved as the millstone revolving within its body turned, allowing the raging waters of the Wangchuan River to finally grow calm.
"Amitabha, this is supreme, great merit."
Above the Yellow Springs, the head abbot of the Nantu Temple, who had been facing off against the bone priest, pressed his palms together, revealing a joyful and carefree smile. Zhou Tieyi had not attempted to use violence to destroy the Wangchuan River serpent-fish at the last moment, thereby avoiding boundless karmic retribution, but had instead chosen to let go of prejudices. This made his arduous journey here entirely worthwhile.
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