Chapter 30
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Chapter 30: Now, I’m Here!
The sky was dark.
The land was empty.
Time was chaotic.
The world was noisy.
But in that very instant when the red light pierced through the black curtain, everything changed.
The world fell into a dead silence.
A faint wisp of blue, nearly invisible to the naked eye, shot out from the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl. It was like a delicate thread, suddenly connecting the infinite chaos of time and space in that moment.
Blood was shed, murderous intent gathered, and everything returned to one.
And so…
From within the blooming giant flower, a girl slowly emerged, someone who felt strangely familiar to Bai Lian.
She stood demurely atop the petals.
Her eyes were like rain, and her long hair was as white as snow.
In her hand, she held a blood-red sword.
She wore a long robe, one that seemed woven from resentment itself.
Blood flowed behind her, while shattered ghosts crawled beneath her feet.
The clanking of bone chains resonated throughout the sky.
The ultimate collision of red and black made the girl appear as though she were a destroyer—one with the power to control three trillion lives.
She was ruthless, cruel, and vicious…
She simply waved her right hand, and thousands of scarlet blood lights shot out from the blood sword.
In an instant, space shattered, time stagnated. Even the tawny storm raised by the Erosion Sand was subdued just a bit.
[Red Blood River!]
Bai Lian’s mind suddenly recalled the name.
This strike was a killing move, drawn from the will of the Shura Sword.
It gathered the fear of millions, one of the few great terrors of the world.
Bai Lian remembered clearly.
In The Battle of the Gods, the “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” she controlled often met her end under this very move.
But of course, it had always been different.
Unlike with the other ants she fought, there was no intent to kill when “The Third Martial Sister” used this move against “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” in the game.
She simply wanted to crush the will of “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” with the terror of this attack—to make her convulse, lose control, and experience the despair she had once felt.
But now…
“Why has it become like this?”
Bai Lian was confused.
The reason the third Martial Sister earned the title “the Rebellious Shura” in the later stages of the game had a lot to do not only with her possession of the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl, but also with her tragic experiences in both this life and her past life.
It was those experiences that twisted her heart, turning the gentle White Cat of the Sand Region into a cold-blooded killer.
But games are games, and reality is reality.
In this world…
From the moment they met in Gray Wind Town, the Third Martial Sister had embarked on a path she never could have imagined.
The carnage she had endured was sealed away deep in her memory.
The inner demon that had tormented her for two lifetimes had also transformed into Hong Yi.
At present, the Third Martial Sister no longer held any hatred.
Bai Lian would rather believe that the fourth Martial Sister would turn into the Rebellious Shura than think that the third Martial Sister would tread down the same path.
But this… This was completely unreasonable!
Now was not the time to dwell on such things.
Bai Lian was far more concerned about the possibility of the third Martial Sister clashing with the Master.
The group of inexplicable figures had been driven away by the furious Master. Now, outside of Xiwu City, a thousand miles around, only the Master and the Third Martial Sister remained.
The Third Martial Sister probably had already lost consciousness in her current state.
Under the influence of her evil intentions, she would kill anyone in her sight!
Bai Lian feared that, driven by those dark thoughts, the Third Martial Sister would force a confrontation with her Master, until one of them fell.
Bai Lian could sense that Master’s mental state was not right. Though the Master didn’t want to kill the Third Martial Sister, if she didn’t control her strength, the Third Martial Sister might not survive this encounter.
This wasn’t the future Bai Lian wanted.
“Stop! Stop quickly, you can’t go any further!”
Bai Lian cried out in her heart, but her voice went unheard.
They were in different spaces, at different times. Bai Lian felt like an outcast, cast away by the world.
She could only watch helplessly as the Third Martial Sister continued toward the Master.
She looked down.
In truth, the Third Martial Sister was only half an inch shorter than the Master. But at that moment, the Master was kneeling on the ground, holding “Bai Lian,” who had curled up into a ball.
The Master lifted her head, her face calm, with no emotion showing.
The Third Martial Sister raised her pale right hand.
The Blood Sword would strike the next moment.
Bai Lian clenched her fists, feeling more powerless than ever before, even in the face of Jiang Jing.
Her philosophy of creating a harmonious Qiongming Peak was being shattered.
No, no, no… no…
But then…
Just as Bai Lian thought it was too late, she froze. The Master’s reaction wasn’t much better.
Because, at that moment, the Third Martial Sister’s right hand was now gently pressing down on the Master’s head.
She rubbed it. Rubbed it again, like playing with a cat.
“???”
Bai Lian stopped thinking.
Is this… the Rebellious Shura?!
Though they were far apart, Bai Lian could still clearly hear the words of the Third Martial Sister.
“Master,” The Third Martial Sister’s voice was gentle, like a spring breeze. “You don’t have to be afraid. I will definitely protect you and Elder Martial Sister!”
With that, she reached out and ruffled Bai Lian’s hair.
An Lan didn’t speak.
Her mind had gone offline.
Something’s not right…
I am the Immortal Heavenly Lord who can stop the crying of children across three thousand realms!
I can’t believe I just got my head patted by my own disciple!
Ha ha ha…
An Lan chuckled coldly to herself. Even Bai Lian had never dared to do anything so excessive to her!
How dare the Third Martial Sister…
What a joke!!
What’s even funnier is that she said she’d protect me. Stop making a fuss! Even if I’m holding Bai Lian with one hand and carrying Erosion Sand on my back, I, An Lan, am still invincible!
“You…”
An Lan abruptly raised her head, her eyes wide and round, baring her pearly white teeth, ready to teach the Third Martial Sister a lesson.
But when she looked again, all she saw was the distant silhouette of the Rebellious Shura fading away.
In the yellowish-brown sandstorm, the girl faced the ruins of the Shangyang Immortal Sect. She stepped forward and saw the blood-red flowers blooming before her.
“Master, I will bring Elder Martial Sister back, even if I have to give up my own life.”
A soft voice drifted through the chaotic space-time.
It connected with the Blood Sword that had just dropped, piercing through thousands of worlds.
The wind began to rise.
The wind carried sand.
The sand blurred An Lan’s vision.
She lifted her hand and gently wiped her eyes.
“That’s strange,” she whispered.
It was really strange. Why would there be sand in her eyes? Why did the face of that Red Dust Heavenly Lord suddenly appear in her mind? Why did she suddenly feel like crying and wanting to embrace Bai Lian?
She looked silently at Bai Lian’s sleeping face.
Actually…
An Lan knew. She hadn’t done anything. At Qiongming Peak, Bai Lian was known as Elder Martial Sister, but she felt more like a master to her Martial Sisters than she ever did.
“Why?”
An Lan didn’t understand.
She didn’t understand why Bai Lian could tolerate her terrible character. If it were her, she would have kicked that “annoying An Lan” away by now.
An Lan clenched her teeth.
At that moment, as the power of the Great Tao inside her began to disintegrate, the wild Erosion Sand gradually lost its magic.
However, the temporal storm didn’t weaken; it intensified, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.
“Why?”
Bai Lian whispered too.
She knew that her Master was different from before, but she never expected the change to be so drastic.
Master, are you really not angry?
Why, despite the Third Martial Sister now resembling a Shura, is she still able to remain lucid?
Facing Bai Lian’s questioning gaze, the young cowherd shook his head.
“I don’t know any more than you,” he said softly. “What I know is only what I’ve experienced.”
Bai Lian calmed herself and asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m just an ordinary cowherd,” the man paused, “But to you all, I’m more famously known as King Daming.”
King Daming…
Bai Lian froze.
“King Daming?!”
Isn’t that the protagonist of the Sand Region’s Sacrifice to King Daming?
Martial Sister Lu also recounted the story of King Daming in her farewell letter.
The era when King Daming lived was so long ago that it couldn’t be verified. Many people even believed King Daming was merely a myth.
“You’re not dead?” Bai Lian asked, astonished.
She had imagined King Daming as a war god clad in golden armor, exuding the aura of a king, fearless in the face of countless demons.
But the person in front of her was far too ordinary.
King Daming smiled sadly.
“I am dead,” he said. “Just not completely dead yet.”
Bai Lian blinked. “…?”
“You’re speaking in something like human language, but not quite!”
King Daming smiled again. “I am just a trace of consciousness clinging to the land of Mingzhou now.”
Bai Lian nodded slowly. “Why have the land veins of Mingzhou become like this?”
Land veins refer to the circulatory system of the earth—a gathering place for the vital energy of the land.
But Mingzhou’s land veins had soared to the sky, so it might as well be called the “Sky Vein.”
“This has to do with the two disasters that befell Mingzhou.”
King Daming’s voice carried a hint of nostalgia.
“Two disasters?”
“Twice.”
King Daming nodded affirmatively, gesturing for Bai Lian to sit down and speak slowly.
Bai Lian sat patiently, but her eyes remained vigilant, keeping a close watch on the third Martial Sister.
King Daming spoke.
“The most recent disaster is the one you all are familiar with—the Immortal’s disaster. The reason Mingzhou became the Sand Region is because the Immortal severely damaged the land veins. As the veins of Mingzhou were on the verge of breaking, the Immortal regained consciousness. With supreme power, he sealed the land veins of Mingzhou in the midst of this chaotic space.”
“It’s precisely because of this that Mingzhou’s land veins didn’t completely shatter in the explosion. However, even the strongest cultivator wouldn’t be able to bring Mingzhou’s land veins back to life.”
Bai Lian shook her head in confusion.
“Huh? No, no, no. What’s going on with Nanwang Country? Nanwang Country has returned to normal,” she questioned.
King Daming responded, “This may be related to the Emperor of Nanwang Country giving up his own cultivation base, but…”
He shook his head, as if uncertain.
Such a theory didn’t seem to make much sense. The Emperor of Nanwang Country was immensely strong. Despite the Taixuan Taoist Sect’s Supreme Elder trying to use a large magic array to restore Mingzhou’s ecology, it had failed. King Daming admitted he wasn’t clear on the specifics.
Bai Lian, not wishing to dwell on it, said, “You continue.”
“The first disaster is closely tied to the second.”
“?!”
“If it weren’t for that disaster, even an Immortal with a higher cultivation base wouldn’t have been able to disrupt the land veins of Mingzhou.”
“???”
Bai Lian’s mind raced. What the hell?
That Immortal’s cultivation was at least that of a Celestial Immortal. An Immortal with a higher cultivation could already be considered a Demigod.
If a Demigod unleashed full power, not only could Mingzhou’s veins not withstand it, but the entire East Divine Land would collapse.
King Daming suddenly asked, “Have you heard of the Thirteen Sea States?”
Bai Lian thought to herself, “I’ve heard of it.”
It was mentioned in the legends about King Daming that Mingzhou was once part of the Thirteen Sea States.
“That is not a rumor,” King Daming clarified. “The reason we cannot verify it now is because it happened dozens of Yuans ago.”
Bai Lian was stunned.
One Yuan is 129,600 years, so dozens of Yuans ago would be…
Forget it!
“Are you a person from dozens of Yuans ago?” Bai Lian asked.
King Daming smiled and nodded. “That’s right. Back then, there was no East Divine Land or North Luzhou. There were only thirteen states spread across the endless sea. At the center of these states was the bridge that connected the world of gods and humans: Jianmu!”
Bai Lian’s hand instinctively lifted, but then fell again.
Her expression remained calm, but waves of emotion surged inside her, more intense than a stormy sea.
Jianmu?
Isn’t that the Tree of Life ranked first in the Botanical Guide?
The Battle of the Gods also mentioned Jianmu—described as a primordial divine object created from the breath of primal essence, the ancestor of Immortal Spirit Qi.
What the hell?!
Bai Lian was stunned. She didn’t doubt King Daming’s words, but she had begun to suspect that the East Divine Land was far from ordinary.
This place was far too chaotic. She had encountered the Heavenly Lord from the past, four “protagonists,” the Qing Luan Divine Bird, the Green Dragon, and countless reincarnated Immortals of unknown origins.
Not long ago, she had met Ruomu in Qingxu. And now, Jianmu had appeared.
Though it was unsettling, it was still manageable.
And…
If this world really harbors a great secret, then finding it would greatly increase her and her master’s chances of defeating Red Dust Heavenly Lord.
Bai Lian’s eyes shone with sudden excitement at the thought.
This might not be a dream!
If she could uncover the secret, she would seize the future!
Bai Lian’s heart swelled as she thought about sharing her discovery with the master—like a young girl eager to show her achievements to someone she cared about.
But for now, there was no way forward.
All she could do was keep talking to King Daming and watch the third Martial Sister’s movements.
After leaving Xiwu City, Su Youwei flew toward the ruins of Shangyang Immortal Sect, wielding the blood sword. She seemed like a demon emerging from a blood pool.
Why?
This was a question she wanted to ask herself.
She had thought she was a goner.
Back then, she couldn’t even feel her own body. She could only passively witness scenes passing before her eyes.
Then, suddenly, a light shone from Hong Yi.
Everything changed!
She felt the emptiness inside her being filled.
Power from the ten thousand worlds began to actively converge toward her.
Her cultivation base, once at the later stage of the Gold Core Stage, soared in just a dozen breaths, far beyond her own comprehension.
The power was terrifying, like a nightmare with a repulsive blood-like odor.
At one point, she wanted to flee. But then, Hong Yi stepped forward.
“Give me all the bad stuff.”
Such a sober and sisterly statement!
Su Youwei’s heart immediately calmed.
Yes.
For Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian!
Only with this power could she help her. This was all she had ever hoped for!
Now that the power was in her hands, how could she be afraid?
She grabbed it.
Killing brings pain, but it can also protect those you care about.
In her realm of consciousness, Su Youwei embraced Hong Yi, almost melting into one.
Softly, she said, “Let’s do it together!”
Hong Yi paused, then laughed. “Hmm.”
They walked forward, unafraid.
Anyone in their way?
Kill them.
“Burn the mountain and boil the sea!”
A strong sword Qi shot from the Blood Sword, and in an instant, the ruins of Shangyang Immortal Sect were submerged.
The member of the Path of Wanjie Dharma who had questioned Su Youwei didn’t even have time to scream before being turned into a mist of blood.
Su Youwei drifted past, like a breeze.
Her eyes didn’t blink.
Not a speck of dust marred her.
The commotion drew the attention of those who remained in the stone room. They stormed out angrily.
“Who are you?”
“Whoever dares to kill us from the Path of Wanjie Dharma… You’re asking for…”
Qiang!
The blood light flashed suddenly.
The shouting ceased.
Su Youwei calmly sheathed her sword.
Her black robe fluttered in the wind as she stepped through the entrance of the stone chamber.
Suddenly, a torrential rain of blood fell from the sky.
The rain pitter-pattered against the sea of blood, lifting up brilliant blooms of the other shore.
“Are you?”
He Bukong, huddled in the stone chamber tending to his wounds, looked up in surprise at the figure who had just entered.
Su Youwei slowly extended her right hand.
A faint blue pearl appeared in her porcelain-like palm.
It was the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl.
The glow from the pearl illuminated the dark stone chamber—and He Bukong’s face.
Su Youwei spoke emotionlessly,
“Were you looking for me? Here I am now.”
The sword came out.
Blood flowed.
He Bukong couldn’t move anymore.
The stone room felt cold.
