Chapter 140: The Final Moments
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The White Bone Dao spent decades laying out their plans, using every ounce of effort, so their ambition was naturally not small.
They aim to open the underworld passage, allowing the White Bone Deity, who has been dormant at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, to return to the mortal realm and ascend into the world!
The mist generated by heaven and earth is clear evidence. It is the mist that separates yin and yang, this place will fall into the underworld.
When Ling He arrived at Ming De Hall, it had already collapsed.
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Even if he was lucky enough not to be disturbed by the White Bone Dao cultivators, his cultivation at the Zhou Tian realm was still insufficient to protect himself.
This level of disaster is beyond his capacity to handle.
But he didn't want to run away.
At that moment, he heard faint cries coming from the collapsed Mingde Hall.
He recklessly tore apart the bricks and tiles, heaving up the collapsing beams.
Under the beam lay a young boy, already crying until his voice was hoarse. His left leg was likely broken.
Ling He picked him up and placed him on the street which was still relatively intact.
Perhaps there are still people, perhaps even children!
He thought this, and plunged his head back into the Mingde Hall.
Because it was uncertain whether there were any surviving children, and where they might be buried, he dared not use his magic too freely, lest he cause further harm.
>Most places can only be moved and dug by hand. In situations where it is certain that no harm will come to people, Taoist techniques are used as assistance.
In a short while, both hands were covered in blood.
Luckily, he saved another child.
This is a girl with pigtails, although she is in a coma, she is still breathing.
Ling He carefully picked up the child, ready to move her to a safe place.
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Boom!
He suddenly turned back!
Just moments before, the street where he had placed the young boy, split open with a new chasm!
Ling He held the child in his arms and rushed forward at the fastest speed, but he could only stand by the edge of the fissure, watching helplessly as lava flowed.
The little boy's fall only created a small ripple.
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Ling He knelt on the ground.
Manpower is limited.
With a heart as resilient as his, he too gazed at the heavens and felt despair for a moment.
At this moment, if someone could look down from above.
The brown earth cracked open, crimson lava surged forth, houses collapsed, and humans fled...
> And above all this, countless souls surged like a tide.
That soul sea, which covered the sky and blocked out the sun, surged with countless unwilling lives.
Perhaps just a baker, or just a teacher, or perhaps just born not long ago, or a mother...
They might never have harmed anyone, and never done anything wrong.
Or maybe you've done a little petty theft, or perhaps had a disagreement with your neighbor.
...or perhaps a drunkard, or maybe a good person...
But all of it, all of it.
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Regardless of good or evil, regardless of age.
All of a sudden, on this day, they were all swallowed by disaster.
There is no trace of flesh and bone left, and even the soul cannot be kept.
The abandoned town of Kobayashi seemed to have become an abyss, capable of containing everything and consuming everything.
All the stories, glories and disgraces, loves and hates of Fenglin City.
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Everything and all.
Seven miles east of Fenglin City, a group of city guard soldiers ventured this far.
Because of the earth fissures, the entire underground space was exposed to view. The faint glow emanating from the runes could not even be concealed by the soil and rocks.
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“We found it! We found the source of the trouble! Go report back to the general at once!” shouted the leading squad captain.
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Then it was swallowed by the surging magma erupting from the earth.
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And his teammates continued to run outwards, continuing to shout, “The source of the trouble is in the east of the city! The source of the trouble is in the east of the city!”
"The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"
"In the east of the city!"
"East of the city!"
One by one, the city guard soldiers perished in the disaster, yet the sound continued to spread.
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Word of mouth, passed on from person to person.
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But they never did get their commander to come and deal with the source of the trouble.
The last city guard soldier stumbled and scrambled back to the barracks.
"General! General!" he croaked, "East of the city! At the east of the city!"
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But only saw a pile of broken nails, a mass of flesh and blood, and ruins.
That is the general's armor, that is the general, that is their camp.
Their general had already died before them.
This stalwart warrior, once indomitable, collapsed in an instant.
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"Ouch!"
He jumped into the crack in the ground.
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What drove him to despair were not these calamities, nor the fearsome enemies, nor the insurmountable goals.
But everything they did seemed to be pointless.
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Finally, the last moment has arrived.
Elder Lu Yan, the second elder of the White Bone Dao, used his pair of spirit eyes to communicate between realms, controlling souls and manipulating the Undying, Unkilling Formation.
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The skeletal emissary, Zhang Linchuan, stood silently at the side, acting as his protector.
Both natural and man-made disasters are caused by karmic retribution.
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Countless souls and abundant calamity Qi gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.
This place has long been anchored by the will of the White Bone Venerable.
Shadows from the underworld begin to shroud the mortal realm here.
At this time, a calm figure, walked slowly.
Stepping over corpses, stepping over ruins, walking through crevices, walking through places where blood flowed.
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His face held no expression, and his eyes showed no flicker of emotion.
He is Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang clan.
Because of his reclusive nature, even Zhang Linchuan didn't know him well.
His cultivation didn't seem very strong, but souls surrounded him, and calamity qi avoided him.
Whether it was the two Elders of the White Bone Dao or the White Bone Envoy, they all remained silent. Because they had all realized what.
Wang Changji walked slowly, without looking back once, not turning his gaze for a moment.
Though his steps seemed slow, he arrived in Kobata Town surprisingly quickly.
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This is a feeling that is paradoxical and almost makes the viewer want to vomit in disgust.
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Only Lü Yan saw it most clearly. Every step he took was on the boundary between the yin and yang realms.
That is not a straight line, nor does it indicate a plane or three-dimensionality. The point of intersection between the two realms is not within the meaning of reality.
Before Lu Yan hung a mirror, seemingly made of ground bone, which constantly shifted, tracking Wang Changji's figure.
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Unless it was within the boundless birth and death formation, even this bone mirror, no matter how precious, wouldn't be able to do such a thing.
Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.
Wang Changji finally walked to the original site of Xiaolin Town.
At this time, the town of Kobayashi was already left with only a chaotic darkness, and even the ruins were gone.
He stood in the darkness outside, reaching into the “darkness”.
He drew his hand out.
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He drew from the darkness a small cauldron forged of bone.
A powerful and terrifying presence, from the depths of the underworld, "passed" this small cauldron over.
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And Wang Changji completed the handover.
He flung the tripod upwards into the sky!
The little white bone cauldron spun round and round, swelling as it caught the wind.
In a moment, its full form was restored.
It was a person's height, three people could embrace its size. The ding's ears were two hand bones, and the body of the ding was carved with some ancient scenes.
It leaves one wanting to delve deeper, but no matter how hard one tries, it remains elusive.
When the White Bone Cauldron appeared, all souls and demonic energy boiled over like boiling water, emitting strange whistling sounds.
When the white bone cauldron became a large cauldron, those souls and demonic energy surged in instantly, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon sucking water.
And those resentments, frustrations, fears... the negative emotions that permeated the entire Fenglin City, were grasped by Wang Changji. He grabbed them like a long snake, its head already shoved into the cauldron, while its body was still writhing forward.
These negative emotions, fueled by the cauldron of white bones, became the best kindling.
While Wang Changji stood beside the White Bone Cauldron, his aura surged higher and higher.
His skin turned a ghastly white, but within that pallor, there was a faint glimmer of holy radiance.
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This is the highest aspiration in the White Bone Scripture, existing only in records of the White Bone Holy Physique.
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And Wang Changji is the true Bai Gu Daozi, the awakened Bai Gu Daozi!
In the past, present, and future.
All are the absolute core of Bai Gu Dao, and the inevitable Holy Lord.
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