Si Ren's figure descended abruptly before the gloomy Ksitigarbha palace, like a startled swan piercing through the darkness. His sleeves whipped violently in the wind, and his stern face appeared even more resolute in the dim light. His eyes, sharp as cold stars, locked firmly onto the impostor.
Si Ren's aura was powerful and steady, resembling a towering mountain. Simply by standing there, he seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
The impostor had been riding high, daydreaming of successfully destroying the Ksitigarbha palace, unleashing those unruly, resentment-filled ghosts, and plunging the Underworld into chaos and panic.
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