The White Bone Path had been scheming for decades. Naturally, their goal was not small.
They wanted to open the passage to the Netherworld and allow the White Bone God, who had been sleeping at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, to return to the human world!
The fog formed by heaven and earth was proof. It was a fog that separated Yin and Yang. This place would be trapped in the Netherworld.
…
When Ling He arrived at the Illustrious Virtue Hall, it had already collapsed.
Even if he was lucky enough not to be disturbed by the White Bone Path cultivators, his Heavenly Cycle realm cultivation was not enough to protect himself.
This level of disaster was not something he could deal with.
But he did not want to escape.
At this moment, he heard weak cries in the collapsed Illustrious Virtue Hall.
He recklessly dug up the bricks and tiles and lifted up the collapsed beams.
There was a little boy under the beam. He had cried until his voice was hoarse. His left leg was probably crushed.
Ling He picked him up and placed him down on the street that was still relatively intact.
Maybe there were people and children!
He thought as he entered the Illustrious Virtue Hall.
Because he was not sure if there were any children who survived and where they were buried, he did not dare to use his Dao techniques so as to avoid causing further harm.
He could only use his hands to move and dig at most places. He would only use his Dao techniques when he was sure that he would not hurt anyone.
Not long after, his hands were covered in blood.
Fortunately, he saved another child.
It was a girl with pigtails. Although she was unconscious, she was still breathing.
Ling He carefully carried the child and was about to move her to a safe place.
Rumble!
He suddenly turned around!
Right on the street where he had placed the little boy, a new crack had appeared on the ground!
Ling He hugged the child in his arms and pounced over as fast as he could. However, he could only watch helplessly as the magma flowed by the side of the fissure.
There was only a small splash where the little boy fell.
Ling He knelt on the ground.
There was a limit to one's strength.
Even someone as tough as him looked up at the sky and felt despair.
…
If someone could look down from the sky at this moment …
The brown ground cracked, red lava flowed, houses collapsed, and humans fled …
And above all of this, countless living souls surged.
The Soul Sea that covered the sky was filled with countless lives that were unwilling to accept their fate.
Perhaps it was just a stall owner selling biscuits, or a teacher, or a newborn, or perhaps it was a mother …
They may have never hurt anyone, never done anything bad.
They might have committed petty theft or gotten into arguments with their neighbors.
Or a drunkard, or a good person …
But all of them, all of them.
No matter good or evil, no matter old or young.
All of them were suddenly swallowed up by disaster on this day.
His corpse was destroyed, and his soul could not be preserved either.
The abandoned Xiaolin Town seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit, accommodating and devouring everything.
All of Maplewood City's stories, honor and disgrace, love and hate.
Everything, everything.
…
Seven li east of Maplewood City, a group of city guards took the risk to come here.
Because of the fissure, the entire underground space was exposed. Even the soil and rocks couldn't conceal the dim light emitted by those formation patterns.
"We found it! He had found the source of the disaster! Quickly report back to the general! "The leader of the squad shouted.
Then, it was swallowed by the magma that gushed out from the ground.
His team members continued to run outside, shouting, "The source of the disaster is in the east of the city! The source of the disaster 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!"
"In the east of the city!"
One by one, the city guards died in the disaster, and this voice was still being transmitted.
It was passed down by word of mouth, and everyone relayed the message.
But they still didn't wait for their general to deal with the source of the disaster.
The last City Guard Army soldier staggered back to the barracks.
"General! General! "He shouted in a hoarse voice," In the east of the city! In the east of the city! "
But he only saw a pile of broken armor, a ball of flesh, and a ruin.
That was the general's armor, that was the general, that was their military camp.
Their general had long died before them.
This unyielding warrior broke down in an instant.
"Ah!"
He jumped into the crack in the ground.
What made him break down was not these disasters, not the terrifying enemies, and not the difficult target.
It was that everything they did seemed to be meaningless.
…
Finally, the final moment came.
The second elder of the White Bone Path, Lu Yan, used the pair of nether eyes to communicate with the two worlds, control the souls, and control the Lifeless and Indestructible Formation.
The Bone Messenger, Zhang Linchuan, stood silently at the side, protecting him.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters all had tribulation aura.
Countless souls and sufficient tribulation aura gathered at the original site of Little Forest Town.
This place had long been anchored by the will of the White Bone God.
The shadow from the Netherworld began to envelop the world from here.
At this moment, a calm figure slowly walked over.
He stepped over the corpses, the ruins, the cracks in the ground, and the places where blood flowed.
There was no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.
He was Wang Zhangji, perhaps the only remaining clansman of the Wang family.
Because he had always lived in seclusion, even Zhang Linchuan didn't know him.
His cultivation didn't seem to be very strong, but the souls walked around him, and the tribulation aura avoided him.
Both the second elder of the White Bone Path and the Bone Messenger kept silent. Because they both realized something.
Wang Zhangji walked slowly. He didn't look back once, and he didn't move his gaze at all.
His steps were clearly slow, but he soon arrived at Little Forest Town.
This was a contradictory feeling, which almost made the onlookers vomit blood.
Only Lu Yan could see it clearly. Every step he took was at the intersection of the two worlds of Yin and Yang.
It wasn't a straight line, nor was it a plane or a solid. The intersection of the two worlds wasn't in a real sense.
A mirror that seemed to be made of white bones hung in front of Lu Yan. The mirror kept changing, tracking Wang Zhangji's figure.
If it weren't for the Lifeless and Inextinguishable Formation, even if the bone mirror was very precious, it couldn't do such a thing.
Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.
Wang Zhangji finally arrived at the original site of Little Forest Town.
At this time, there was only a mass of chaotic darkness left in Little Forest Town. Even the ruins no longer existed.
He stood outside the darkness and reached into the "darkness".
He pulled out his hand.
He pulled out a small cauldron made of white bones from the darkness.
A powerful and terrifying existence from the depths of the Netherworld "handed" the small cauldron over.
And Wang Zhangji completed the handover.
He threw the cauldron into the sky!
The small cauldron of white bones spun and expanded in the wind.
In a flash, it recovered its full appearance.
It was as tall as a person and as big as three people hugging it. The handles of the cauldron were the bones of two hands, and the body of the cauldron was engraved with some ancient scenes.
It made one want to study it, but no matter how hard one tried, they couldn't see it clearly.
When the small cauldron of white bones appeared, all the souls and tribulation aura had already begun to boil. They were like boiling water, emitting strange whistling sounds.
When the small cauldron of white bones turned into a large cauldron, the souls and tribulation aura instantly surged in, forming a terrifying torrent that was like a dragon sucking in water.
As for the resentment, unwillingness, fear … The negative emotions that floated in the entire Maplewood City area were grabbed by Wang Zhangji like a long snake. The head of the snake had already been stuffed under the cauldron, but the body of the snake was still moving forward.
These negative emotions burned under the white bone cauldron, becoming the best firewood.
Wang Zhangji stood beside the white bone cauldron, and his aura skyrocketed.
His skin turned completely pale, but in this pale color, it faintly emitted a holy divine light.
This was the highest pursuit in the White Bone Dao Canon, the White Bone Sacred Body that only existed in the records.
And Wang Zhangji was the true White Bone Dao Disciple, an awakened White Bone Dao Disciple!
In the past, present, and future.
They were the absolute core of the White Bone Dao, the Sacred Lord.
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