"So it's Uncle Yin!" Zong Shou heaved a sigh of relief, opening up his sleeves and many talismans flying out, instantly turning into a bundle of flames, spreading in all directions.
In a short moment, all the dead leaves on the ground were all burned up. A portion hit the pine tree, the flames jumping around, burning brightly.
His actions weren't to cover up his tracks, but instead to wipe out the deathly energy that arose due to his martial arts intent. If he didn't use the flames of the sun to destroy it, within three days everything within a thousand feet would die!
His Styx River Death Sword had great battle achievements in his last life, all the disciples of the many sects in the Cloud World avoided him.
In the future he knew that he killed too many, after he struck everyone died and there was no life left, so he sealed it and forgot about it. He chose to merge a hundred different kind of paths, a more difficult and arduous sword path.