Chapter 32
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Chapter 32: White Emperor Bai Lian, Fifty Million Dharma Bodies!
It could all be called a coincidence.
But it could also be seen as inevitable.
Feelings, after all, are deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and often, all it takes is a small outlet for them to burst forth!
It was around midnight in Xiwu City.
After Su Youwei and Hong Yi stepped into the vast, boundless darkness, Lu Wantong was the only one left standing on the narrow street.
The lantern’s soft glow cast a red cloth-like cover over her head.
If one could ignore the distant noise and cries, the scene would seem almost cheerful.
But…
How could that be ignored?
Elora gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Not long ago, she had smiled and said to Su Youwei:
If you accidentally miss it, you’ll regret it for a lifetime.
Wasn’t this true for herself as well?
Starting from today, there would no longer be a Lu family in Xiwu City.
Starting today, Xiwu City no longer had a home for her.
She had become a wanderer, lost to the world, drifting with no destination.
Whether it was a clear day or a rainy day, there was no harbor where she could rest.
This body is like a post house… where is my home?
Lu Wantong walked down the long street, uncertain of where she would end up.
Would it be a safe place?
Xiwu City was no longer safe, and danger could strike at any moment.
After a long time, Lu Wantong noticed the red light that had been shrouding her had disappeared.
She found herself in a place with no light at all.
She looked up, only to be astonished at the sight of familiar walls surrounding her.
Her eyes immediately shifted upward.
A tree stood straight against the wall, and several bamboo stalks intertwined like swordsmen in a fencing match.
It was the west courtyard of the Lu family!
Lu Wantong’s breath stopped.
How had she unknowingly returned to the Lu family’s residence?
Could this be some kind of miracle?
Sighing, she climbed over the wall and jumped into the courtyard.
She saw the round archway, and through it, she could reach her home.
But Lu Wantong didn’t go inside.
Instead, she wandered around the western courtyard.
The tree by the wall had been planted by her and her uncle.
The bamboo by the pond had been there since she was born.
The swing under the wisteria vines had been made by her father.
Under the inner wall, a swallow’s nest had once existed. The fierce sparrow drove the swallow away, and she had driven the sparrow away as well, but since then, the nest had remained empty.
Lu Wantong waited.
Once just an eight-year-old child, and now grown, this home had emptied out just like that swallow’s nest.
She could never return.
Pat Pat Pat.
Tears rolled down, like pearls, onto the bluestone pavement.
A deep sadness flooded her heart.
She loved everything here, and everything here had once loved her in return. But unfortunately, the cold rain had come too suddenly!
Now, all that was left was the regret that would never be filled in a lifetime.
Lu Wantong clenched her fist, but then, a sharp snap rang out from behind her.
It was the sound of a branch breaking.
Someone?
Do any of the Lu family still exist?
Lu Wantong wiped her tears quickly and looked back, three parts hopeful and three parts excited.
But before her stood a monstrous black “tentacle” stretching toward her.
With a crash, the trellis was smashed to pieces by the tentacle.
Lu Wantong’s eyes blazed with fury.
The swing that had carried so many memories was also destroyed, along with the trellis!
Then the bamboo, water basin, and courtyard wall—all of it shattered.
“Stop!”
Her roar of anger pierced through the long night.
She had already lost her home.
Now, was this monster going to take away her memories too?
No!
Absolutely not!
No one can!
With that, Lu Wantong rushed forward.
She had no weapons, and time had been too short for her to use any powerful spells.
But none of that mattered now.
She had lost everything; the only thing left to lose was her life.
Was she afraid?
No, she wasn’t. She had nothing left to fear.
She just wanted to protect her last piece of land!
Fueled by these thoughts, Lu Wantong charged forward like a panther on a rainy night.
“Get out of here!”
She shouted as she swung her fists in the air, dashing forward.
In the cold wind of Xiwu City, something strange happened.
Light!
It was coming from her heart and mouth, a gentle light that seemed on the verge of being blown away by the cold wind.
But it did not extinguish.
As the light shone upon the tentacle, the creature seemed to slow down, almost stuttering as it twisted in place.
An opportunity!
Lu Wantong’s eyes brightened, and she threw a punch at the tentacle without hesitation.
But…
Nothing happened to her hand.
Instead, a faint white light burst from her body!
It shot straight into the depths of the tentacle like a bullet.
After several contractions and expansions, the vicious tentacle exploded, dissipating into nothingness amidst the chaotic wind.
In the courtyard filled with trees, Lu Wantong stared blankly at the scene before her.
“This…”
Her heart raced with excitement, but there was still confusion.
How had she done this?
Even Golden Core Stage cultivators couldn’t defeat such a monster, so why had she been able to?
She didn’t understand.
Lu Wantong clenched her fists again.
Finally, she looked one last time at her hometown before hurrying to the busiest place in the city.
It didn’t matter what caused this newfound power.
All she knew was that she might have the ability to save Xiwu City now.
She remembered King Daming, who had once saved Mingzhou.
Even if there was only a slight chance, she wanted to try. She wanted to be a hero—something she had once dreamed of as a child.
“Mother, mother…”
As Lu Wantong turned a corner, she heard the cries of a child.
Quickly, she turned around and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy lying on the ground, his knee broken, tears streaming down his face.
Across the street, a middle-aged woman hurried toward him.
“Don’t cry, Little Yaner. Mom is here.”
It seemed like nothing worth paying attention to, but as Lu Wantong was about to leave, a tentacle suddenly burst from the darkness, aiming straight for the fallen child.
No!
Her face changed drastically, and she rushed over immediately.
But there was no way she could reach the child in time.
Why?
Lu Wantong clenched her fists.
She had rushed out full of enthusiasm, but now that enthusiasm was extinguished.
Turning away, she couldn’t bear to witness the child being torn apart.
At that moment, a hoarse shout broke the stillness of the street.
“Don’t touch my son!”
Boom——
A blinding white light burst forth like an explosion.
Lu Wantong instinctively covered her eyes, and so did the people nearby.
For a moment, the entire city of Xiwu fell silent.
It wasn’t until half a day later that the light finally dissipated.
Lu Wantong quickly looked back toward the street corner.
The tentacle had disappeared, and the mother and child were safe.
The mother held her son tightly and cried, “Yaner, are you okay? Yaner…”
The tears in the child’s eyes stopped, and after blinking, he shouted excitedly, “Mom, you’re so powerful, you killed the monster with just one slap!”
“Yaner…”
Lu Wantong stood still, the sound of the mother’s cries echoing in her ears.
How similar was this mother to herself just moments ago?
In a daze, she felt as though she had grasped something important.
She released her Divine Sense and began investigating what was happening throughout Xiwu City.
Near the flower cart, a strong man was about to be consumed by tentacles.
Another strong man leapt to his defense, shouting, “Don’t hurt my brother!”
Under the stone gate, a woman was tripped, falling as tentacles shot toward her.
A scholar wearing a blue headscarf picked up a flat-pole and rushed forward, shouting, “I will kill you!”
And there were others too—by the poolside, downstairs, and on the street.
One by one, white lights began to rise.
White light rose into the night, eventually converging into a single, shining point in the darkness.
Some of the white lights were as faint as fireflies, others as hot as furnaces.
No matter how dim, they repelled the monsters that lurked in the shadows.
“I understand completely now!”
Lu Wantong began running across the city, eager to share her discovery with everyone.
“Don’t be afraid! As long as we’re not afraid, these monsters are nothing at all. Everyone…”
She ran from East City to West City, and her cries sparked others to recognize the “abnormal.”
More and more people followed her, shouting together.
The sound echoed throughout Xiwu City, shaking the Tide of Resentment.
The cultivators who had been fighting in the sky suddenly woke up.
They gazed in awe at the city they had once destroyed.
What happened?
Many still didn’t understand.
It didn’t matter.
Maybe they had been afraid when alone in the darkness, but now, with everyone’s courage united, they were fearless.
We run, we save ourselves, we save others.
We are all our own heroes!
“But…”
Lu Wantong thought, looking at the receding dark tide.
Would the rest of the Sand Region experience the same as Xiwu City?
…
In the end, Bai Lian never fully ventured into the turbulent stream of time.
Because of an accident.
Hundreds of white beams shot up from the ground, converging at one single point—the center of her chest!
“…”
Bai Lian was taken aback.
Wait.
Who can tell me what is going on here?
Bai Lian quickly raised her hand, but she was unable to block the overwhelming light.
She rubbed her chest, but it only made her feel hotter.
It’s not good. She’s about to collapse.
Ah, ah.
If she keeps going like this, her body will be as limp as a puddle of mud.
In a panic, Bai Lian reached in between her breasts, where she had placed a storage necklace that had long taken on her scent.
Pa.
With a swift motion, she grabbed a milky white ring from the pendant.
The end where the beams of light converged was this ring, and Bai Lian felt as though she were holding a fiery circle.
“!?”
She remembered.
Wasn’t this the Spirit Tool [Another Year of Nanwang] (Mom Ring) that Ling Yue gave her when she left Nanwang City?
Ling Yue had the Child Ring in her hand.
When the Mother Ring and the Child Ring were put together, they would form a high-quality Spirit Tool to protect its master!
Bai Lian’s breathing became erratic.
She twisted her legs together, and an image of a big-breasted young girl with white hair and brown skin flashed through her mind.
This could be the breakthrough!
Bai Lian’s hands trembled slightly as she carefully placed her Divine Sense into the ring clasped in her hands.
Bo——
In that instant, her Divine Sense pierced through numerous barriers and reached a vast, unknown world.
“…”
Bai Lian was stunned.
If she remembered correctly, this should be the “reconstructed” Nanwang Country. The courtyard she was in now was the same one where she and Ling Yue first met when she sneaked into the Royal City that fateful night!
Hmm.
This way, just turn left, go straight, then turn right, and she would reach Ling Yue’s dormitory.
Looking at the familiar palace, Bai Lian couldn’t help but feel a stir in her heart.
When they first met, Ling Yue had even asked her to help massage her shoulders.
She pushed the door open and walked straight into the dimly lit room.
Once inside, Bai Lian noticed a white and tender leg sticking out from the bed at the far end of the room.
Damn it.
You’re already a queen, don’t sleep in such an ungraceful way!
Bai Lian walked up to Ling Yue to cover her with a blanket, but halfway there, she froze.
What’s this?
White legs?!
Isn’t Ling Yue’s skin supposed to be brown?
It must be the lighting that caused this visual effect!
Thinking this, Bai Lian took a few steps toward Ling Yue’s bedside, but as soon as she got a clear view, she was petrified.
Darn it!
That leg was hers!
Only then did she realize, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Ling Yue had tightly embraced her sideways and even held her waist like she was clutching a blanket.
Ling Yue’s eyes were shut, but her mouth curled into a silly smile.
“Wake up, wake up!”
Don’t be dreaming.
Bai Lian gripped Ling Yue’s exposed shoulders and shook them vigorously.
“Hmm—”
No matter how deeply Ling Yue slept, she was finally roused by Bai Lian’s loud movements.
Ling Yue rubbed her eyes. “Bai Lian!”
Her face instantly lit up with a surprised smile.
She seemed to forget she was the queen of Nanwang Country and rushed directly at Bai Lian.
“Stop making trouble.”
Bai Lian stopped her.
“Let’s get down to business first.”
She immediately informed Ling Yue about the dangers threatening the Sand Region and explained how to deal with the Tide of Resentment.
“Is something like this really happening?”
“Why would I lie to you?”
Bai Lian rolled her eyes.
Ling Yue said, “I’m not doubting you, Bai Lian, rest assured… the people of Nanwang Country have fought all the way here, and we will never back down in the name of our homeland!”
“I’ll leave it to you then,” Bai Lian said, feeling slightly relieved.
“Hmm.”
Ling Yue nodded vigorously.
Soon after, Bai Lian distinctly saw the palace around them slowly dissolving like a painting burned by fire.
She looked around. When she looked ahead again, both Ling Yue and the figure lying on the bed were gone.
A dream?
Bai Lian suddenly awoke.
She had just been inside Ling Yue’s dream!
No wonder there was another version of herself there, but now was not the time to dwell on such things. Would Ling Yue, upon waking, remember what she had said?
To combat the Tide of Resentment, relying solely on Xiwu City was not enough.
It wouldn’t even be enough with the people from Nanwang Country.
Bai Lian hoped that Ling Yue could spread the message, ideally drawing the attention of cultivators from other regions.
She tried probing her Divine Sense into the ring again, but this time, nothing happened.
She could only wait in silence.
Stuck here, there was little else she could do.
Bai Lian had overthought it.
Ling Yue awoke from her dream and immediately changed into her royal attire without uttering a word.
She no longer looked dreamily silly.
Under her royal robe, she was majestic and imposing; one glance was enough to make others tremble and avoid meeting her gaze.
Ling Yue easily made contact with powerful figures and priests within the country.
“Her Majesty, is there something urgent you need to discuss with us in the middle of the night?”
“I have something important to share.”
Ling Yue relayed the words Bai Lian had spoken to her in the dream.
It was a dream.
But she believed it was more than just a dream.
Because this was the first time Bai Lian had spoken to her in a dream voluntarily.
After a brief exchange, Ling Yue quickly informed neighboring countries and led the people of Nanwang Country to the border.
She would build a “fortress” there.
She would never allow the Tide of Resentment to infiltrate Nanwang Country, where they had fought so hard to restore its prosperity.
Protect the homeland, defend the country—duty could not be avoided!
From 1 a.m. to 3 a.m., after a long journey, the Tide of Resentment finally neared Nanwang Country.
Here, the unstoppable tide met its first great defeat.
Even the torrents of resentment could not match the Great Wall formed by countless streams of white light!
No one would back down.
Because behind them was home, family, hope, and a future.
For three thousand years, the wind, sand, hunger, droughts, wars, and the Tide of Resentment had never defeated them.
Bai Lian raised her head above the chaotic flow of time.
She saw a huge white curtain unfolding in the eastern sky.
That curtain of light illuminated the land and the night sky, forming a breathtaking sight.
“Yes!”
Bai Lian exhaled a sigh of relief.
She knew that place was where Nanwang Country stood.
Soon after, more and more white curtains appeared on the ground.
They interconnected, forming a large circle, enclosing the surging Tide of Resentment.
Those white lights converged into the emptiness after passing through the vast sea of sand, finally gathering in the Mother Ring that Bai Lian was holding.
Hot!
But it wasn’t too hot.
Dazzling!
But not too glaring.
White light pierced through the Mother Ring, through Bai Lian’s chest, and shot into the energy veins of Mingzhou, floating in the sky.
Bai Lian felt a surge of tremendous energy from within.
This energy was mightier than the two lowly Immortal Spirit Stones she had swallowed earlier.
What surprised her more was that this energy was remarkably gentle. It stayed in her body without harming her meridians.
“This…”
Bai Lian extended her right hand.
A white flame burned in her palm.
She slowly closed her eyes.
A new task option appeared in her mind.
[Task 1: Operate the True Secret of 500 Million Dharma Bodies (Reward: Hard Skill +1).]
[Task 2: Operate the True Secret of 500 Million Dharma Bodies (Reward: +1 Hard Skill).]
Ah.
Bai Lian smiled with the corners of her lips.
She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Since parting with her master, she had felt flustered, afraid, and desperate. She had to watch helplessly as her master and the Third Martial Sister suffered, unable to do anything.
Nothing could she do!
All of this was because of the Tide of Resentment, created by the little bastards from The Path of Wanjie Dharma.
Tonight.
She didn’t know how many people had closed their eyes forever, sinking into despair.
These things had been buried for a thousand years, yet they had resurfaced to cause more trouble.
Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable…
The opportunity was right before her now, and Bai Lian would not let it slip away without a fight!
She held the flame in her palm.
The flame vanished in an instant, but the next moment, white flames surged out from every part of her body.
She was on fire, burning up.
The fierce wind danced before the chaotic flow of time, and stars and moons suddenly unfolded, forming an incomparably magnificent stream of stars, covering the starry river in the sky.
Next, millions of miles of blue waves surged out of nothingness, the waves rolling and seas roaring, the sound of the waves like thunderclaps shaking the sky above the Sand Region!
Bai Lian gently waved her right arm.
The flames pierced through Another Year of Nanwang’s Mother Ring, tearing through space and time.
Therefore…
Qianhuan Real Eyes was activated.
Snowflakes fluttered down in the vast sandy expanse, bound by the whiteness of light.
That snow was no ordinary snow; each flake was a “Bai Lian.”
500 million Dharma Bodies. 500 million snowflakes!
They descended from the sky and trapped the tentacles roaming the wilderness, giving them a thorough beating.
That method was the most unreasonable, but it was the gentlest power in the world.
No monster or demon could match Bai Lian’s Dharma Bodies.
Right now, Bai Lian was not fighting alone!
Cheers echoed throughout the wilderness.
“It’s White Emperor Bai Lian!”
“It’s White Emperor Bai Lian again!”
Amidst the deafening roar of cheers, Bai Lian single-handedly dragged an inky black monster out from beneath the ground of the Shangyang Immortal Sect.
She said coldly, “Now it’s time for me to avenge my master!”
Whoa!
The white flames instantly burned through the entire starry sky.
