Chapter 414: White Python Metal Essence, Buddhist Disciple Returns!
Chapter 414: White Chi's Metal Essence, The Buddhist Son Returns!
Suo Huan left somewhat absentmindedly.
Lü Yang didn't mind, knowing this fellow Daoist from past and present lives needed some time to process things. He simply continued his secluded cultivation, taking out a crystal vial.
[White Chi's Metal Essence]!
This trip to the Dragon Palace had truly been a feast for Lü Yang. Just the [Xuan Capital Blessed Land] alone had elevated his combat power by an entire tier.
With a thought, the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] manifested before him.
He swallowed it in one gulp!
[Settling accounts for "White Chi"...]
[You were the Dragon Lord's eldest son, his life's masterpiece—not born from the union of Yin and Yang, but awakened by a drop of the Dragon Lord's heartblood, which granted you existence.]
Dense lines of text emerged.
Undeniably, among the Dragon Lord's offspring, White Chi was far stronger than Tian Qiu—likely because White Chi's origins ran deeper than Tian Qiu's.
'Strictly speaking, White Chi wasn't truly the Dragon Lord's child, but more akin to an avatar that developed self-awareness, with a relatively independent soul... Thus, his bloodline was infinitely closer to the Dragon Lord's, far surpassing Tian Qiu's, making him top-tier even among perfected Foundation Establishment cultivators!'
Yet heaven envied genius.
'The Four Great Powers cast their nets overseas, leaving White Chi no escape but to obediently step onto the dining table, defying heaven in one final gamble... Sadly, he ultimately failed to break free from fate.'
The Dragon Lord's eldest son, tragically devoured.
'...Hmm?'
Suddenly, Lü Yang's gaze flickered. White Chi's talent far exceeded Tian Qiu's, so the Four Great Powers had dispatched even stronger True Lords to feast upon him.
'In the previous life, those who devoured Tian Qiu were at most mid-stage Golden Core cultivators. Though [Ang Xiao] was late-stage Golden Core, he was trapped in the Netherworld and never truly intervened, allowing the Dragon Lord to put up a fight... Yet when White Chi was devoured, the Dragon Lord didn't dare move a muscle.'
He could only watch as White Chi was torn apart.
Why?
From the memories settled by the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], Lü Yang found the answer: 'Because at that time... a late-stage Golden Core Great True Lord had personally arrived!'
'A Great True Lord from the Sword Pavilion!'
"His title—[True Lord of Rigid Form Preaching the Dao]!"
Unlike [Ang Xiao], who was confined to the Netherworld, this Great True Lord could act without restraint. The Dragon Lord dared not confront him directly.
Otherwise, a single slash from him could truly mean death for a dragon!
Just as Lü Yang committed this Sword Pavilion Great True Lord's revered title to memory, the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes] finally erupted with dazzling golden light.
[You have obtained the golden talent: Dragon-Flaying Platform!]
[Dragon-Flaying Platform: A talent nurtured by blood and hatred, recreating the scene of White Chi's devouring. It can determine the fate's breath of a single individual.]
While Lü Yang remained in secluded cultivation, Suo Huan stood outside the cave dwelling, unable to suppress the fury in his heart any longer. His face twisted slightly.
'What kind of damned place is this...'
Who was scheming against him?
'If there's a mastermind behind the [Blessed Land of the Numinous Ruins], what about my 《Myriad Spirits Return to Ruins Dao Scripture》? Did I truly escape from the [Huanxu Realm] back then?'
Or was he still within the [Huanxu Realm]?
Still seated at that banquet table where True Lords feasted upon him?
"...Damn it!"
Suo Huan gritted his teeth, unwilling yet forced to face reality. A raging fire seemed to burn in his chest, threatening to scorch through his lungs.
Yet at that moment—
"Why so troubled, fellow Daoist?"
Suo Huan looked up to see a relaxed and handsome Daoist approaching him. He didn't recognize the man, nor could he discern any karma tied to him.
"Might I ask who you are?"
"I am Nameless."
Ancestor Nether Whisper shook his head. He had some minor reputation in this world, but fortunately, after being cleansed by the [Book of a Hundred Lifetimes], he carried no karma. Thus, no one could see through him. However, revealing his identity would be a different matter—it could easily bring trouble to Lü Yang.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Nameless." Suo Huan clasped his hands in salute.
Despite the turmoil in his heart, Suo Huan forcibly restrained it. After all, he had lived this way for centuries—he was long accustomed to it.
"Fellow Daoist is too kind."
Ancestor Nether Whisper returned the gesture, then patted Suo Huan's shoulder and said softly, "Truthfully, there's no need for you to dwell on such matters now."
"If the sky falls, taller men will hold it up."
"Even if you do nothing, someone will handle it for you."
Suo Huan froze momentarily, then his eyes brightened: That's right. If Lü Yang hadn't intended to help him resolve his dilemma, why would he have shattered his illusions?
Yet soon, a trace of worry surfaced again:
"Though that may be so, I've contributed nothing thus far. It feels..."
As the saying goes, one shouldn't accept rewards without merit.
In this damned place, free things were the most expensive. Compared to Lü Yang handing out gifts freely, Suo Huan felt more at ease earning things through his own efforts.
Besides, if he could accomplish something, wouldn't Lü Yang be more inclined to guide him carefully?
At this moment, only one thought filled Suo Huan's mind: He desperately wanted to advance!
Seeing this, Ancestor Nether Whisper smiled faintly, then retrieved a talisman from his sleeve and tossed it to Suo Huan. "Take this. It's for you."
"Hmm?"
Suo Huan grasped the talisman.
In the next instant, an overwhelming surge of incense offerings energy erupted from it. Turning around, Suo Huan was met with the sight of a sky-shrouding banner.
Beneath the banner, countless silhouettes materialized—streams of carriages and horses, cities large and small, endless mortals. Yet from each mortal, threads of faith extended outward, accumulating like grains of sand forming a tower, ultimately converging upon Suo Huan. His aura instantly shattered its previous limits!
Foundation Establishment Perfection!
Almost simultaneously, Ancestor Nether Whisper also broke through to Foundation Establishment Perfection under the incense offerings' empowerment. Then, shifting his gaze, he peered far into the distant sea.
"Fellow Daoist, why hide so far away to eavesdrop?"
"Why not come closer and listen openly?"
Ancestor Nether Whisper's voice rode the ocean waves, cleaving through wind and tide. Before long, a figure emerged at the horizon's edge.
The man wore monk's robes that fluttered in the wind. At first glance, he seemed unremarkable—just another young monk one might encounter anywhere in Jiangxi's Pure Land. Yet behind him loomed a towering golden Buddha statue, seated atop a six-tusked white elephant, its trunk cradling a white lotus, hands forming the demon-subduing mudra!
"Who is that!?"
Suo Huan's expression changed drastically. The other party had closed in to such proximity, yet until now, his divine sense hadn't detected anything!
Survival overseas for centuries had honed his divine sense to perfection.
Even the slightest disturbance would trigger his instincts.
Even a perfected Foundation Establishment cultivator approaching wouldn't leave him completely unaware... Yet this person's arrival had escaped his notice entirely!
But realization soon dawned.
After all, who in the world didn't know the Pure Land's World-Honored One had descended another Buddhist Son to stir the waters? Who wouldn't commit that dharma form to memory?
Thus, even in the desolate reaches overseas, where information was scarce, few would fail to recognize him—or at least that dharma form.
'[Manifestation of Victory and Clarity Dharmadhatu]...'
The Buddhist Son—Guang Ming!