Even a person like Mu Yan, who is used to the wind and rain and thinks he is heartless, can't help but have red eyes.

She closed her eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged on the ruins.

The demon zither appeared on her knees and slowly moved her fingers.

[Sage Benevolent Art] Launch!

But this time, it was not to overdo the vitality of heaven and earth and one's body to the dying person.

Instead, it is excessively given to those unjust souls floating in the air.

The sound of the piano is like a stream, cleaning the city soaked with sin and blood and tears.

The sound of the piano is like a breeze, gently blowing through the scarred bodies and souls of these women.

The sound of the piano is like sunshine, shining in every corner, dispelling the darkness and ushering in light.

The saints are benevolent and good at the world.

I will exchange my life for you to transcend your shackles and reincarnate.

I'll fulfill my promise and send you... home.

The lingering sound of the piano is getting louder and more moving.

Countless energy flew into the void from the demon zither, entangled in something, cleansing little by little, and blending little by little.

Suddenly, something was floating down in the sky.

The woman in Fusang City couldn't help but raise her head and looked at her in a daze through her whirling tearful eyes.

At some point, snowflakes began to float in the sky.

No, that's not snowflakes.

White, crystal clear, like dew and snow.

When I reach out to pick it up, it will drift like fog.

That is... a purified soul.

Mu Yan's face was pale, and the crystal beads of sweat wet the temples on his forehead.

But she didn't care at all, looking at the more and more "flying snow" floating in the void.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sound of the piano flowing out between his fingers became more and more gentle and gentle.

Even if the spiritual power in the body is almost exhausted.

Even if you have to use enough life span to compensate.

She doesn't care.

Because she promised these people that they would be freed and sent them home.

Suddenly, Mu Yan felt a gentle touch on her cheek.

Then, a sound that seemed to be there or not was heard in my ears.

Gentle, distant, as if from the horizon.

"Jun Muyan, thank you..."

Second!

"Thank you……"

The third time!

"Thank you for freeing us..."

"Thank you for keeping your promise."

"Our nightmare...is over."

With those touches, like kisses.

Countless "snowflakes" began to change direction and float towards her.

A strange energy was injected into Mu Yan's body.

Replenishing all the life span she consumed also allowed her originally exhausted spiritual power to reconverge.

Until, the last "snowflake" also merged into her body.

There seemed to be a sound of "thank you" and "goodbye" echoing between heaven and earth.

Mu Yan slowly stopped playing the piano and pressed his palm on his chest.

The spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and a crystal clear bead appeared in her palm.

Mu Yan could feel that this bead contained powerful energy.

But this energy is not spiritual power, not mysterious power, not magic power, not immortal power, or even divine power.

What kind of energy is this?

Mu Yan was holding the bead and wonderingly, when suddenly the happy voices of everyone in Xiaoyao Sect came from below.

"Sister Six, are you okay?"

"Little Junior Sister, it's great that you haven't been injured!"

The six people from Xiaoyao Sect landed in front of her and looked at her intact with joy.

However, Luo Yu, Ling Yusheng and Leng Yumo's eyes were red, and it was obvious that they had cried.
Chapter completed!