Yin Bansi was finally completely trapped in the memories of the past.
He still remembered his experiences over the past decade or so, but those bland memories were like a play or a picture album, which flowed through his mind like running water without causing him to have any more fluctuations or memories.
If he endures for one, two, or three years, he will eventually be saved, and decent people will eradicate this sect full of beasts in a few years.
The leader used his soul to ignite a dark blue flame on the high platform. Until the last wisp of his soul was destroyed, his exaggerated laughter still echoed in the pavilion. What was infuriating was that this madman never felt that he had done anything wrong until his death.
When Yin Bansi was released from the heavily imprisoned room, he happened to pass by the head of the middle-aged monk who was in charge of the ceremony. He paused for a moment, then used all his strength to kick the head several feet away.
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