The silver moonlight shone on the golden wheat field. Fireflies flashed by the pond, reflected on the black water, as if they were shining with the stars.
A white figure suddenly slid across the black water surface. It was so quiet that it was like a ghost. Even the fireflies were not disturbed by it.
She walked through the wheat field in midsummer. The air was filled with the smell of harvest. They did not understand the war of cultivators. As long as they could survive, mortals would live their own lives year after year.
The pale and slender hand drew across the sharp wheat light. She kept her head up, her ethereal eyes looking at the sky, as if she wanted to count the number of stars, and as if she was looking for an answer.
Whoosh!
A refreshing summer wind blew. The wheat waves undulated, and her seaweed-like long hair floated behind her.
The sparks were far away in the sky. There was no answer.
So she looked at the village in the distance. The golden wheat light pierced her fingertip, and a drop of blood fell, turning into a pale spark that fell on the wheat field, spreading silently.
In the blink of an eye, the undulating wheat waves turned into a sea of fire.
The wheat field did not burn, but it lost its color and became pale. There was no longer any vitality, and it returned to absolute silence.
The white flame passed through the pond, and the fireflies also dimmed. They fell into the black water, creating ripples.
The fire was ignited. Like a fierce night wind, it spread over the mountains, crossed the rivers, and passed through the villages and cities.
In the quiet village, a sleeping child was having a sweet dream. He pursed his lips and turned over. The pale flame touched his forehead, and he merged into the fire.
In the old town. The dying old man endured the torment of his illness. He could not sleep, and he longed for the continuation of his life. The pale flame reflected in his turbid eyes. The pain soon disappeared, and he became a light flame together with his life.
In the sturdy city, the brothel was having a merry night. The lights were bright, and the music was played. The drunkard scolded and laughed. Tirelessly.
The beggar outside the door looked at the rich guests coming in and out. He wanted to go forward but did not dare. He wanted to retreat but did not want to. He dodged between the lights. Unknowingly. He spent his life.
The pale flame flowed in and out. The lights were still bright, and the laughter was still in his ears, but the music had ended.
In the pale wheat field. She twisted her waist, causing her clothes to flutter in the wind. Her footsteps were light, and her hand gestures changed. She controlled the prairie fire, as if she was dancing to her heart's content. Only the stars were facing each other.
Men and women, wise and foolish, kind and evil, rich and poor, hopeless and hopeful, painful and joyous …
All of these things had once been like the difference between clouds and mud, but now they were all equal in this dance.
However, all living beings were not equal. Even in the face of death, there would always be cultivators who were unwilling to accept their fate. They wanted to surpass all living beings, occupying famed mountains and blessed lands, laying down great formations to stabilize the mountain gates. Not even the pale white flames could invade.
Standing under the silver moonlight, she turned around and raised her arms. The bell trembled, her black hair fluttered, and her prayer beads scattered. She disappeared into the mountains.
With a thought, the sword light soared, twisting and turning before disappearing into the void.
Thus, the mountain gate was broken, the great battle formation was destroyed, and all living beings were wiped out.
When the sun rose from the east, there were no longer any living beings within a radius of a thousand miles, whether it was the tiniest insect or the strongest cultivator.
In the faraway village, there was no smoke rising from the chimneys, and there were no cries of chickens or barks of dogs. The cities further away became empty. Everything maintained its original appearance, as if nothing had ever happened.
The stars faded, the dance stopped, and the flames receded.
The cracks in her white bones healed inch by inch. She raised her wrist, and a prayer bead appeared on it.
The Path of White Bone and Great Beauty showed faint signs of breaking through again. This was the first time she had put the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty's purpose into practice, as well as the first vow — the vow to kill all living beings!
It was as if she had been freed from invisible shackles. The effects were unexpectedly good.
The ocean did not care about the small streams, which was why it was so deep.
It was just like how while the flesh, blood, and souls of mortals could not compare to those of cultivators, they were much more numerous, making it much easier to kill them. There were also soul essences in plants. Every bit was insignificant, but they could be turned into sparks that could ignite a prairie fire.
Perhaps this was the true Path of White Bone.
In the azure sky, a black dragon warship flew across the horizon. The 'Governor of Yong' looked down at the barren land of five hundred kilometers below. He had been in disbelief when he received the news, but he had no choice but to believe it now. He gritted his teeth and said, "Foe of Buddha!"
The honourable guests behind him fell silent. They could not believe that a cultivator could do something like this. This was no longer a massacre, but a complete annihilation.
In the past, the Soaring Locust King had also turned the Green Province upside down, devouring countless living beings. However, that was after a very long time of preparation, and the swarm had snowballed. Even after the swarm had grown to a certain size, it was impossible for it to turn five hundred kilometers into barren land in a single night.
The Soaring Locust King did not dare to show himself easily. Great cultivators could kill millions of locusts with a raise of their hands. No matter how severe the disaster was, it was very difficult for it to threaten them. Regular cultivators could protect themselves. However, at this moment, even they felt deeply threatened.
An honourable great cultivator said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, I heard that the Left Imperial Advisor and twenty Monk Kings failed to kill the Foe of Buddha even after ambushing her. We …"
"As the Governor of Yong, how can I ignore this? Look, she's right there. Fellow Daoists, prepare to attack! I heard that she seems to be injured. This might be a chance, the only chance. "
She gazed at the black ship in the distance. Just when she was about to move, a tender, green sprout grew, turning into a banyan tree. The branches swayed, and the leaves rustled. The Great Banyan Tree King's sorrowful face appeared on the tree trunk. "Stop! Little Ann, I beg of you, you're making an enemy of the world! "
Even with his unprecedented extrapolation, he had still underestimated her terror. This flame was practically born for annihilation, destroying all living and dead alike. The threat she posed to this world was no less than that of the Hungry Ghost realm or the Demonic Domain. In fact, she was even more direct and fatal.
This was the path of the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty. The Samādhi Flames of White Bone burned through the three thousand worlds. In the past, it was only because of Li Qingshan's existence that the White Bone Bodhisattva's influence was greatly offset, so she had never used its power like this.
"Making an enemy?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly and swung "Buddha Slaying". The great tree toppled, burning and withering.
The world shook gently, as if a soundless restraint had been ripped apart. As a result, she no longer had any qualms.
In Towering city of the Mist province, a gash over three hundred meters long suddenly appeared on the great banyan tree. Tree sap flowed out like blood.
Even though he was half a god of the world, possessing the power of the world, he was unable to heal this wound. This was a sword that even Demon God Qiongqi had to be wary of.
By the time the Black Dragon King, the lord of the Yong province, arrived, she had already vanished. The honourable great cultivators all let out sighs of relief.
The lord of Yong province said sternly, "Let's ask for reinforcements from the Dragon province!"
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