If these wandering souls could be allowed to enter the cycle of reincarnation, it would be of great help to him. Not to mention the increase in the mark of the dead, his understanding of reincarnation would also be greatly deepened.

"What nonsense! Fine, I won't watch it then!"

Yu Tu left in a huff, while Geng Ge's eyes lit up when he saw her. He eagerly approached her, wanting to find out about their background, but Yu Tu had been humiliated by the man an hour earlier, so she was in no good mood now.

"Get away from me, you filthy man!"

Geng Ge was about to open his mouth when he was met with a barrage of insults from Yu Tu.

"What the heck? Did I just offend her?" Geng Ge looked utterly bewildered and lost all interest in approaching her.

Jiang Yuan stared at the frozen swamp beneath his feet, took a deep breath, and began to enter a state of selflessness.

The Death's Chant: Cursing the living, welcoming the dead, accepting innocent spirits with the Death's chant, and thus embracing the mark of the deceased.

This is why he didn't let the rabbit get close, because the chanting of death has a great influence on the living.

"A single thought leads to the road to the underworld, a single soul lamp guides a lonely soul."

Jiang Yuan raised his hand, which exuded the breath of life. The life force accumulated within him over millions of years was ignited at this moment. He wanted to use the most solemn method to deliver these souls from the dead.

A ghostly soul fire ignited in his palm. At this moment, the swamp of the dead was unusually calm, but anyone could see the undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

Alas!

The first wind swept through the Swamp of the Dead, a wind that sounded like the wailing of ghosts, carrying with it the wishes of countless departed souls.

"Entering the underworld, I have no attachment to the mortal world; stepping into the cycle of reincarnation, I leave behind no lingering attachments."

"Gone!"