Being Buddha Is Not the End Goal

Shen Lian's hand was still burning. The coffin has slowly opened, revealing nothing but a never-ending accretion of resentment, releasing a ceaseless amount of thick miasma.

It was as if many years ago, this coffin laid an extraordinary person.

After that person disappeared, the coffin was stained with his remaining resentment. Left due to his enclosure in the coffin. It was enough to destroy all souls of all mortal beings in the mortal realm.

The green light looked like a bean. Suddenly it violently ignited, taking Shen Lian's Qi of vitality as fuel, making its flame burn stronger and brighter. The resentful aura that appeared rushed outward and into burst into blazing flames.

The fire roared for a brief moment, given only an enclosed space, it also gave off a feeling of limitless.