Yang Qing wasn't sure but he could vividly feel some threads untangle themselves from his body, which made him feel like he had been released from something.
"That kid has managed to rip the nether karma strings, that's some resolve, now all that's left is one karma string, but even it seems faint and looks well on its way to full resolution.." thought the saint grade tree, the auspicious wood grove tree.
"His soul has grown stronger and purer.." it added.
In its gaze, Yang Qing was surrounded by countless glowing threads but moments earlier before his resolution, amongst those threads, there had been about a hundred grey threads that released a purple-black energy that was slowly tainting his body and mind.