The White Bone Road has been laid out for decades, and all the efforts have been put into it, so the plan is certainly not small.
Their purpose is to open the passage to the underworld and allow the Bone God, who has been silent at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, to return to the human world and ascend to the present world!
The fog generated by the heaven and earth is proof. It is the fog that isolates Yin and Yang, and this place will be trapped in the netherworld.
…
When Ling He rushed to Mingde Hall, it had collapsed.
Even if you are lucky enough not to be disturbed by the White Bone Dao monks, your cultivation in the Zhoutian realm is not enough to protect yourself.
This level of disaster was beyond his ability to deal with.
But he didn't want to run away.
At this time, he heard faint cries in the collapsed Mingde Hall.
He scraped away bricks and tiles and lifted up collapsed beams.
There was a little boy pressed under the beam. He was crying until his voice became hoarse, and his left leg was probably broken.
Ling He picked him up and placed him on the still intact street.
Maybe there are people, maybe there are children!
With this thought in mind, he dived into Mingde Hall again.
Because he was not sure whether there were any surviving children and where they were buried, he did not dare to use Taoism too casually to avoid causing secondary damage.
In most places, you can only move and dig with your hands. Only when you are sure that no one will be hurt will you use Taoist assistance.
Before long, his hands were dripping with blood.
Fortunately, he rescued another child.
This is a girl with pigtails. Although she is unconscious, she is still breathing.
Ling He carefully picked up the child and was about to move her to a safe place.
Boom!
He suddenly looked back!
The street where he had placed the little boy before had a new crack in the ground!
Ling He held the child in his arms and rushed over as quickly as possible, but he could only watch the lava flow at the edge of the crack in the ground.
Where the little boy fell, there was only a small splash.
Linghe fell to his knees.
When manpower is exhausted.
As tough as he was, he looked up at the sky for a moment and felt despair.
…
At this time, if anyone can overlook it from a high altitude.
The brown earth cracked, red magma surged, houses collapsed, and humans fled...
And above all this, countless living souls surged like a tide.
The sea of souls that covers the sky and the sun is filled with countless unwilling lives.
Maybe he's just a cake vendor, or a teacher, or he's just been born, or he's a mother...
They either never hurt anyone, never did anything bad.
Or I did some petty theft, or I had a dispute with my neighbor.
Or an alcoholic, or a kind person...
But all, all.
No matter good or evil, young or old.
All of them were suddenly swallowed up by disaster on this day.
No bones remain, and no soul can be preserved.
The abandoned Xiaolin Town seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit, containing everything and swallowing everything.
All the stories, honors, disgrace, love and hate of Maplewood City.
Everything.
…
Seven miles east of Maplewood City, a group of city guard soldiers ventured here.
Because of the cracks in the ground, the entire underground space was exposed to sight. Even the earth and stone cannot cover up the dim light emanating from those formations.
"We've found it! We've found the source of the disaster! Go and report back to the general!" the leader of the team shouted.
Then it was swallowed up by the underground magma that spewed out.
And his team members continued to run wildly outside and continued to shout: "The source of trouble is in the east of the city! The source of trouble is in the east of the city!"
"The source of trouble lies in the east of the city!"
"In the east of the city!"
"Chengdong!"
One by one, the city guard soldiers died in the disaster, and this voice was always passed on.
Word of mouth spreads from person to person.
But they never waited until their Lord would come to deal with the cause of the disaster.
The last city guard soldier stumbled and rushed back to the military camp.
"General! General!" he shouted in a hoarse voice: "East of the city! East of the city!"
But all I saw was a pile of broken armor, a mass of flesh and blood, and a pile of ruins.
That's the general's armor, that's the general, that's their military camp.
Their general had already died before them.
This iron-clad warrior suddenly collapsed.
"ah!"
He jumped into the crack in the ground.
It wasn't these disasters, it wasn't the terrible enemy, it wasn't the insurmountable target that made him collapse.
But everything they did seemed to be meaningless.
…
Finally the final moment came.
Lu Yan, the second elder of White Bone Dao, uses his pair of dark eyes to communicate between the two worlds, control the living soul, and manipulate the non-birth and non-destruction formation.
The Bone Messenger Zhang Linchuan stood aside silently, protecting him.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters all involve calamity.
Countless living souls and sufficient calamity energy gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.
This place has long been anchored by the will of the Bone God.
The shadow from the netherworld begins to envelope the world from here.
At this moment, a peaceful figure walked slowly.
Step over corpses, step over ruins, walk through cracks in the ground, and walk through places where blood flows.
There was no expression on his face, and there was no movement in his eyes.
He is Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang family.
Because he had always lived in isolation, even Zhang Linchuan didn't know him very well.
His cultivation level doesn't seem to be very strong, but the living soul moves around him and the calamity energy avoids him.
Both the second elder of the Bone Path and the Bone Messenger remained silent. Because they all realized something.
Wang Changji walked slowly without looking back once or shifting his gaze.
His pace was obviously very slow, but he arrived at Xiaolin Town very quickly.
This is a contradictory feeling that makes the viewer almost feel disgusted and vomit blood.
Only Lu Yan could see it most clearly. Every step he took was walking at the intersection of yin and yang.
It is not a straight line, nor does it mean a plane or a three-dimensional plane. The intersection of the two boundaries is not in the real sense.
A mirror that looked like it was made of bones hung in front of Lu Yan. The surface of the mirror kept changing, tracking Wang Changji's figure.
If it were not for the formation of no birth and no destruction, even if this bone mirror was very precious, it would not be able to do such a thing.
Under the watchful eyes of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.
Wang Changji finally arrived at the original site of Xiaolin Town.
At this time, Xiaolin Town was only a mass of chaotic darkness, and even the ruins no longer existed.
He stood outside the darkness and reached into the "darkness."
He pulled his hand away.
He pulled out a small cauldron made of white bones from the darkness.
A powerful and terrifying existence "handed" the small cauldron over from the depths of the netherworld.
And Wang Changji completed the handover.
He threw the cauldron into the sky!
The small cauldron of white bones started to spin and swelled in the wind.
It will be restored to its full appearance in a moment.
It is as big as one person, or three people in a hug. The ears of the tripod are two hand bones, and the body of the tripod is embossed with some ancient scenes.
It makes you want to dig deeper, but you can’t really see it anyway.
When the small white-bone cauldron appeared, all the living souls and calamity energy had boiled, making a strange whistling sound like boiling water.
When the small cauldron of white bones turned into a large cauldron, the living souls and calamity energy instantly poured in, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon sucking water.
And the resentment, unwillingness, fear... the negative emotions floating throughout Maple Forest City were caught by Wang Changji, like grabbing a long snake. The head of the snake had been stuffed under the cauldron, and the body of the snake was still moving forward.
These negative emotions burned under the cauldron of bones and became the best fuel.
As for Wang Changji, he was standing next to the Bone Cauldron, his aura rising steadily.
His skin turned completely pale, but within this paleness, there was a faint light of holy divinity.
This is the highest pursuit in the White Bone Taoist Code, and it only exists in the White Bone Holy Body in the records.
And Wang Changji is the real White Bone Daozi, the awakened White Bone Daozi!
In the past, present, and future.
They are all the absolute core of the White Bone Path, the inevitable Holy Master.
