Buzzing!
Within the Scripture Pavilion, the altar stood, vibrant in multicolor, and Li Zongzhuo's body sat silently atop, as if a monk in deep meditation.
But upon closer inspection, one could notice his pale complexion, devoid of any color, his chest no longer rising and falling, evidently, he had passed away, leaving behind only a corpse shell.
It was at this moment, the ten thousand ancestral tablets scattered around began to emit light, a faint golden sheen slowly blooming, resembling transparent flames quietly burning on the wooden tablets.
Whoosh!!
These flames converged, forming streaks of pale golden airflow, resembling dazzling rainbows intertwined above the altar.
It seemed that Li Zongzhuo's intangible soul was present there, now undergoing a purification, reshaping the True Spirit, and imbued with a touch of eternal divinity.
Canonization through human faith.
"Is this the Power of Incense?"
