The gold-plated magic platform, the silk of Fire Silkworm Silk, the Vajra copper furnace, the Calming Incense, in the center of a heap of extravagant items, sat an ordinary, scratched porcelain bowl filled with white rice.

Uncle Fu, his expression solemn, carefully took out a jade bottle and dripped five drops of sweet rain, added some Earth Cave Dew, which was very beneficial to ghosts, making what seemed like an ordinary bowl of rice soaked in water.

He took great care to change into a clean set of new clothes, with creases perfectly ironed, then used his yang qi to light the incense, inserting it into the bowl of rice while forming the Almsgiving Seal with his hand and chanting the magic spell.

"The world provides resources, already belonging to man. They are rootless, neither attached to the heavens nor grounded on earth. Material is moderated, made to circulate, floating and returning, naturally supporting the needy and aiding the urgency."

In front of the magic platform lay a long abyss, pitch-black, with yin qi rising.

As the spell began, the blue smoke from the burning incense transformed into trickling streams, merging into an illusionary creek that flowed into the pitch-black abyss beneath the cliff.

Within moments, the cliff face's gravel began to crumble, and the entire cliff trembled slightly as a multitude of hungry ghosts, like a geyser, surged out from beneath the inky cliff.

Uncle Fu's eyes narrowed slightly but then, suppressing the urge to break off the Almsgiving Spell and rush back to protect Gu Tianxin, continued standing there, unmoving, chanting the magic spell.

The countless surging hungry ghosts covered the ground densely, and from the cliff behind, hungry ghosts continued to emerge endlessly.

They overlapped their hands and held them before them, where the scattered blue smoke condensed in their palms, transforming into steaming grains of white rice that they consumed.

Uncle Fu's worries slowly dissipated as he personally tested the contents of the letter Cece had given him, finding nothing amiss, so he dismissed distractions, focusing solely on almsgiving.

He understood where these hungry ghosts came from, and a flicker of compassion was kindled in his heart.

When the incense burned out, the hungry ghosts that had been almsgiving bowed in unison to express thanks, and Uncle Fu returned the gesture with a slight smile and a hand salute.

At this moment, he no longer had any selfish motives, simply believing that doing this was good; it was a good deed.

At the instant he opened his heart, the accumulated distractions in his heart, aggressiveness, devilish intentions, all of which might turn into obstacles in his future cultivation, transforming into Heart Demons, floated out as wisps of black smoke, forming menacing devils the size of human heads among the hungry ghosts.

These devils had barely begun to wail when they saw the overwhelming number of hungry ghosts that filled their entire vision...

Within two or three breaths, these devils, which were mere illusions without even physical form, were torn apart and devoured by the hungry ghosts.

At this point, the hungry ghosts receded back into the inky abyss, vanishing from sight.

Uncle Fu stood stunned on the spot, feeling a sense of openness in body and mind, as if his divine soul had been rinsed, momentarily at a loss for words.

The letter from Cece had not explained this in detail, only vaguely mentioning it, seemingly akin to the phrase "doing good deeds will lighten your heart."

Just for assurance, he tested it himself, not expecting that in his sincere purity, merely thinking of doing simple good deeds, the words in the letter would shift from a formality to their literal meaning.

His expression grew increasingly solemn as he fully grasped the significance of such a transformation.

Those hungry ghosts were originally pitiable beings from the lower echelons. Most people who knew of the hungry ghosts harbored little malice towards them, instinctively distinguishing them from other ghosts. Now, this distinction would likely become even greater.

And this was Yu Ziqing's true intention. Even when he was unconscious, there was an instinct, a base nature that followed his core beliefs.

He knew best that finding a path for these hungry ghosts was not just about carving out a path in the Hungry Ghost Dao, giving them a chance to no longer hunger.

Most of the hungry ghosts required almsgiving, but relying solely on human kindness could never sustain this relationship in the long term, as such a relationship would always have an inherent imbalance.

To stabilize a relationship over the long term, it required bringing everyone to the same level overall, creating a subtle mutual interest, and after a reciprocal exchange, the relationship would grow increasingly stable and enduring.

Yu Ziqing needed everyone to be able, when they were willing, to occasionally give these pitiable hungry ghosts a simple almsgiving, because he could not provide for all the hungry ghosts alone.

After personally testing it and experiencing changes far beyond expectations, Uncle Fu immediately turned to report to Gu Tianxin.

The impact of this matter would be tremendously significant.

...

"When the disaster of the Red Sun ends, the White Sun shall rise!"

Shouted with a near growl, the slogan's tone full of frenzy reverberated through the city.

Yu Ziqing opened the inn window and gazed outside. A procession dressed in white robes, holding white banners, looking akin to a funeral cortege, paraded through the streets before twilight fell.

In the distance at the city gate, the guards huddled around a coal stove for warmth, listlessly, not even glancing in this direction.

The city too seemed increasingly desolate, as torn paper fluttered down the street, and the sparse, hurried pedestrians avoided the believers, not wanting to get involved or glance their way, more often just steering clear from afar.