Innumerable flashes of lightning struck down from the dark clouds and entered Bai Zao's body.
This was a process, a process of arrival.
Lian Sanyue should try to interrupt this process, but she didn't.
All she did was look at Bai Zao at the bottom of the clouds in Silence, her eyes devoid of wariness or disgust, only pity and affection.
After her failure in ascension, she used the Method of Transforming the Silkworm into the Butterfly to experience the heavenly tribulation and come back to life. As a result, she felt a sense of urgency, so she started looking for a successor in the human world a long time ago. Lo Huainan, Tong Lu, Tong Yan, He Zhan, and the talented young disciples who had participated in the Plum Meeting that year were all her targets. Bai Zao was the focus of her attention. However, Bai Zao was too weak and weak at the time. She thought that this child couldn't withstand such a heavy pressure, so she turned her attention to Zhao Layue and went to the Plum Meeting.
Zhao Layue was perfect in every aspect, but she went to the Shenmo Peak and became the personal disciple of Jingyang. After hearing the news, Lian Sanyue knew that Zhao Layue wouldn't be her successor, not to mention that she had given up the idea after she learned that Jing Jiu was Jingyang.
It happened that Bai Zao came back from the snowland at that time, and the hidden disease in his body was cured. His strong willpower under his weak appearance was fully demonstrated. Guo Dong chose Lian Sanyue without hesitation. Bai Zao didn't disappoint her. When she was asleep, he and Tong Yan planned the scheme of the West Ocean and almost killed Taiping Zhenren.
It was true that Lian Sanyue and Bai Zao didn't have the relationship of master and disciple.
She had been asleep when Bai Zao visited her in Shui Yue Nunnery over the last few years. In fact, they hadn't met each other more than a few times. Yet, they were the true master and disciple regardless of their ideals, methods, and ideas. Lian Sanyue regarded Bai Zao as her true successor.
She was such an adorable and sensible little girl, but she had become like this because of the schemes and ambitions of the Zhongzhou School and the Bai family.
Lian Sanyue felt sorry for her.
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Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, countless lightning bolts entered Bai Zao's body.
Even a figure in the Reaching Heaven State would probably die on the spot when faced with such a bombardment, which was like a Heavenly Tribulation.
Her eyes were closed, and she was still sleeping soundly.
After an unknown amount of time, the lightning finally stopped, and the clouds became calm again. It looked like a thick gray carpet that covered the entire sky.
She woke up and opened her eyes to look down at the royal palace, Zhaoge City and the whole of Chaotian.
Her eyes were not absolutely emotionless, but her emotions were extremely indifferent. For example, that extremely faint trace of nostalgia only needed to be blown away by the wind to disappear without a trace.
This kind of calmness was not like water, but more like the wind. There was a sense of superiority that surpassed the entire world, as if a god was looking down on the mortal world.
"You're not bad. Do you know why you still can't ascend?"
Standing in the sky and looking at Lian Sanyue, Zhao Layue said calmly, "It's because your fighting will is too strong. You should know that heaven and man should communicate with each other instead of fighting each other."
Her voice was very pleasant, like the spring water or the string and bamboo instruments; but it was not vulgar at all, sounding like the fairy music.
Though such a pleasant voice sounded like the rumbling of thunder in the ears of the mortals, it was extremely dreadful.
The eunuchs and servant girls behind the palace walls passed out one after another while covering their ears with their hands. The chancellors in the grand hall and the magic army outside the city walls felt dizzy, unable to stand still.
Yimaozhai's Boat of Diligent Study retreated a few miles away from the royal palace, and the lotus cloud in the south grew fainter. The rest of the Cultivation sects fled as far as they could.
Her casual and gentle voice was unbearable in the human world, and even swordsmen like the Young Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao had to distance themselves from her. It meant that her energy was so powerful that it was beyond the scope of the human world.
Looking at the figure that looked like a black speck in the sky, the people thought of a possibility in shock: Was it possible that she was not Bai Zao, but a fairy lady?
A Saint would appear every one thousand years. This was a proverb in Chaotian.
The Saint here was not only Yimaozhai, but also the ascendants.
Those Cultivation practitioners who had ascended and obtained the Dao were the fairy ladies.
There had been a legend in Chaotian about a fairy lady coming back to the human world, but nobody had ever witnessed it.
Yet, it was quite possible for it to happen in the Zhongzhou School.
The ascendant one thousand years ago was the Fairy Lady Bai Ren of the Zhongzhou School. She left a few fairy books for Cloud-Dream Mountain before she left. Those fairy books had suppressed the King Of The Underworld and killed the Immortal Liu Ci; it was not surprising that she had brought her back.
The Immortal Tan said that Lian Sanyue was the most powerful swordsman in Chaotian; but if the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had indeed come back … even if it was only a sliver of her spiritual awareness, the people in this world couldn't resist her. In fact, they couldn't resist her even if all the people in this world joined hands.
A heartfelt awe and shock made everyone in Zhaoge City kneel down.
It was the same as when the Snow Girl walked through the dark and gloomy passageway of the Sword Jail, and those demons and devils in the cells on both sides had to kneel down.
This was the difference in the state of life, and it was the fear in the deepest part of life; it was truly overwhelming.
All the people knelt down and bowed to the woman in white in the sky. The divine crossbows behind the palace walls and inside the city walls lowered their heads slowly, not daring to point at her. The assassins of Bulao Lin and the Curtain Rollers hiding in the dark in Zhaoge City sensed the formidable energy in the sky and didn't dare lift their heads. They knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.
Standing in the passageway between the side hall and the grand hall, the Royal Concubine Hu clutched the flower lattice on the door tightly with her fingers. Her knuckles were pale, and her face was even paler. She was lying limply on the ground, her eyes full of fear.
Apiao was drifting around the beams above the side hall. Her leaf-like fringe was wet and messy due to the sweat. The mixed glows emitted from her small face indicated that she was in a more complicated mood and extremely scared state. … …
The Fairy Lady Bai Ren had returned to Chaotian.
It was quiet all over the world; tens of thousands of people knelt down on the ground.
Yet, a few people didn't kneel down.
In the restaurant in Zhaoge City, Yin San raised the teacup to his lips and took a sip. Looking at the Fairy Lady in white in the sky, he arched his eyebrows slightly.
Hiding behind Jing Jiu, Qing 'er only dared expose her eyes to look at the sky, her eyes full of fear. She had lived on the Cloud-Dream Mountain for tens of thousands of years. She had witnessed Bai Ren grow from a babbling infant to a talented genius in Chaotian in the end, and then ascend and become a fairy lady … She knew better than anybody else how powerful and formidable Bai Ren was, not to mention that Bai Ren had already ascended and become a fairy lady. She was many times more powerful than she was back then, perhaps a thousand times or ten thousand times more powerful.
She noticed that Yin San didn't show any fear, and it wasn't an act. "That's a fairy lady!" she yelled in bewilderment. "She's a true fairy lady!"
Yin San pointed the teacup at the woman in white in the sky and said nonchalantly, "Fairy lady … you can only be called a fairy lady after you went out. Now that you're back, what kind of fairy are you?"
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Ping Yong-Ka didn't kneel down. It was because he had no idea what had happened; otherwise, he would be so shocked that he would curse the fairy lady or the ancestors. In this regard, he was more influenced by Zhuo Rusui and Yuan Qu.
Sitting on the stone steps with his eyes closed, Jing Jiu tried his best to reverse the flow of sword wills in his body and force them out.
The gentle wind ruffled his cloth, bringing along the shapeless but substantial sword wills, drifting toward the morning sunlight like the catkins.
Standing in the morning sunlight, Jing Jiu didn't kneel down.
He looked at the woman in white in the sky in Silence and her eyes, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of her eyes.
Countless tiny but extremely pure sword wills drifted over from outside the morning sunlight, but they were swallowed and dissolved by the circular light circles in the blink of an eye. Lian Sanyue's "A Beautiful Night" was indeed formidable, but she couldn't stop them all. A few sword wills slipped through the net, because there were too many sword wills drifting over.
A few strands of the morning sunlight had already been cut off.
If all the strands were cut off, Jing Jiu would be able to escape. By then, he would try to kill that fairy lady.
He hadn't met Bai Ren, and he was sneak-attacked by her the first time he met her after his ascension; but he knew how powerful the fairy lady was. He might be able to fight her when he ascended in his previous life, but nobody in Chaotian was her equal now, even though it was merely a strand of her fairy awareness or a replica that came to the human world.
Even if he could kill this replica of Bai Ren, Bai Zao, who was possessed by her, would die together with her. Yet, he would still try to kill her if he had the chance. It was not because he was brave and fearless, nor was it because he was heartless; it was something he had to do; otherwise, all of them would die that day.
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Lian Sanyue didn't kneel down of course. She looked at Bai Zao in the sky in Silence. There was no pity in her eyes, but absolute calmness, just like her voice.
"Whether it's right or wrong, we'll find out after we fight."
Having said that, she flew up from the square and broke through the air, her dress ruffling slightly. In a few seconds, she had entered the gray dark cloud.
The moment she disappeared into the dark cloud, the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had also disappeared from the same spot, heading to a higher place.
Lian Sanyue and the Fairy Lady Bai Ren looked at each other from a distance of ten miles.
This was the Empty Realm. It was windless and soundless, because there was no air.
If they fought here, the energy waves would be much smaller, and Chaotian would suffer less damage.
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The passage in the dark cloud was soon filled up again, and the people couldn't see those scenes anymore. Even though some Cultivation practitioners could go to the Empty Realm to watch the fight, who would dare do so?
Countless people walked out from behind the palace walls, from the palace halls and from the canopies of the boats. They looked up at the sky with their heads raised, looking like the geese waiting to be fed.
The clouds were suddenly illuminated. The light must have come from a higher place, but nobody knew what was happening up there.
All of a sudden, a thin line appeared in the clouds, and then it broke off abruptly.
A figure dropped down at a high speed like a shooting star. It was none other than Lian Sanyue.
The booming sounds could be heard in the sky, which were caused by the objects colliding with the air at a high speed.
The people fled in all directions in fear.
The Great Formation of the royal palace that had been reactivated was broken through easily.
The shooting star landed on the square.
Countless cracks appeared on the hard green rocks, looking like spider webs.
Lian Sanyue fell in the middle of the spider webs, motionless.
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