Chapter 797: The Dead Never Truly Die
Chapter 797: The Dead Never Truly Die
Deep ravines spiderwebbed across the earth.
The ground in Luoyan and Lueying provinces sank, pressed down by dozens of feet.
Such was the terrifying power contained in just two of the Dharma Spreader's fingers!
Yet, as the colossal fingers descended to crush him, Mr. Bai remained unfazed.
On the contrary, a smile of long-awaited satisfaction touched his lips.
The movement of his sleeves, which had been drawing power from the white mist barrier, paused for a fraction of a second. The once-surging torrent of mist froze in place.
And then...
Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, a massive, intricate net materialized directly beneath the Dharma Spreader's fingers.
It had been compressed in a single moment from the origin-devouring white mist!
Even from high above, it radiated an aura that sent a tremor of fear through the hearts of all cultivators.
A brilliant white radiance surged up to meet the descending fingers.
A colossal roar, like the heavens themselves collapsing, echoed across the world.
The sound was so immense that it transcended hearing, plunging the world into an eerie silence for every cultivator below.
A moment later, cultivators across both provinces discovered warm blood trickling from their ears.
They clapped their hands to their ears, their faces filled with horror.
Crack... Snap...
Though impeded by the origin-devouring net, the downward momentum of the Dharma Spreader's fingers did not cease.
After only a brief pause, they continued their descent, crushing everything below.
The white mist was being consumed at an astonishing rate.
Mr. Bai, however, was drawing a continuous, inexhaustible supply from the barrier to replenish it.
For a moment, the battle fell into a strange stalemate.
Any cultivator with a modicum of perception could see the truth.
The Dharma Spreader was not, in fact, using his full strength.
For some reason, the entity seemed to be holding back.
The white mist from all over the Xuanhuang Realm was drawn by Mr. Bai to defy the Dharma Spreader.
Gradually, cultivators in every province began to witness a wondrous sight.
The dense white mist, which had not dispersed for tens of thousands of years, was slowly thinning.
Their previously restricted vision gradually opened up.
As a result, they could see farther.
Faintly, they could now discern the strange phenomena emanating from Luoyan and Lueying provinces.
To stand upon the earth and gaze out at the full panorama of the Xuanhuang Realm.
Noticing the white mist was dispersing, Mr. Bai revealed a barely perceptible smile.
Then he looked up at the Dharma Spreader's two fingers, still pressing down, and his expression turned solemn.
The next moment.
A great stir swept across the Xuanhuang Realm.
The spiritual energy of the entire world seemed to erupt into a riot.
At a speed incomprehensible to any mortal, it converged upon Mr. Bai in an instant, ignoring the distances of tens, even hundreds, of provinces.
And so, Mr. Bai's already colossal form, which towered between heaven and earth, swelled again, growing several times larger.
He occupied nearly half the sky, making him visible from anywhere in the Xuanhuang Realm.
"My apologies."
"But for this period of time, the Xuanhuang Realm is my world."
Mr. Bai declared calmly to the Dharma Spreader in the heavens above.
Then, he seized the torrent of white mist surging from across the world and slashed upward.
The vast white mist instantly solidified.
It transformed into a blade that could sunder the heavens and split the earth!
As if innumerable suns had risen at once, the heaven-sundering blade of white mist illuminated the entire Xuanhuang Realm!
All living beings in the world subconsciously closed their eyes in that instant.
There was no earth-shattering sound. When they opened their eyes again...
they found that the Dharma Spreader's two fingers had vanished.
The entire canopy of the Xuanhuang sky, at some unknown time, had become covered by a layer of yellow crystal, like amber.
Brittle, yet unyielding.
Outside the yellow crystal, a colossal shadow seemed to be moving about.
This fantastical and magnificent scene was playing out for the first time in the world of the Xuanhuang Realm.
It couldn't help but captivate the minds of all cultivators in the world.
"Alright. We can finally have some quiet for a while."
"Now, let us begin the lesson."
Mr. Bai looked down at the countless souls of the Xuanhuang Realm and said with a smile.
"In the past, the Heavenly Venerate taught a law: **to borrow the wonders of Heaven and Earth to establish one's foundation**."
"Today, I too have a law."
"It does not rely on external objects. It is to see one's heart, understand one's nature, and truly know oneself."
"It is called: **Foundation Establishment Through Oneself**."
"Though a person is a mortal vessel, they are born of Heaven and Earth. They are complete with the marvels of the cosmos, the very creation of yin and yang."
...
Mr. Bai spoke with eloquence and ease, his words flowing one after another.
The living beings of the Xuanhuang Realm listened, utterly captivated.
This act, it seemed, was the final straw for the Dharma Spreader.
The yellow crystal enveloping the entire Xuanhuang Realm was suddenly struck by a violent impact.
Like countless bolts of explosive thunder erupting in the sky.
The incomparably hard amber crystal suddenly showed a crack.
Mr. Bai, however, seemed not to care at all, and continued his lesson without stopping.
His voice seemed to possess a special magic, capable of calming the hearts of the people.
Even as thunderous roars echoed ceaselessly from the highest heavens...
they still could not distract the world's inhabitants from listening intently to Mr. Bai's lesson.
After thoroughly teaching the Method of Foundation Establishment Through Oneself to the people of Xuanhuang, Mr. Bai did not stop.
Instead, he went on to explain the path of the Dao that followed.
The so-called: **Mixed Origin Golden Core**, **Fleshly Nascent Soul**, and **Mind-Manifested Soul Transformation**.
Mr. Bai also admitted that these were merely his deductions, made in haste.
Perhaps they were not perfect and had many flaws.
Furthermore, the path ended at the Soul Transformation stage.
As for higher levels, the methods of cultivation under the new law that did not rely on external objects...
would require cultivators to explore on their own.
Faced with Mr. Bai's selfless lecture, which taught a path completely contradictory to that of the Dharma Spreader...
the cultivators of the world showed varied attitudes.
There were skeptics, those inexplicably excited, those who were lost in thought, and the ambitious...
It was a perfect display of the myriad faces of humanity, each unique.
But Mr. Bai paid them no mind.
Only after he had finished teaching everything he had learned...
He fell silent.
His figure returned to its original size, and he looked up at the amber crystal that was about to shatter completely.
Facing the possible retaliation from the Dharma Spreader that would follow...
Mr. Bai's face showed no fear.
He simply remained composed, waiting peacefully.
Just then...
He suddenly sensed a figure rushing towards him at high speed.
It was an old, trembling figure, yet the excitement overflowing from his heart was palpable.
"Mr. Bai..."
He flew to Mr. Bai's side, calling out with uncontrollable emotion.
The newcomer's appearance was very similar to the current Mr. Bai. It was just that his face was covered in wrinkles, a testament to the countless years of hardship he had endured.
He carried a black coffin on his back, which gave him a slightly strange appearance.
If Li Fan, or Xiao Qing and the others were here...
they would have recognized this old man at a glance as the Xu Ke of old.
After so many years, seeing the resurrected Mr. Bai again...
he should have been inexplicably thrilled.
But instead...
the moment he truly saw him, his expression was one of stunned disbelief.
Then it turned to immense disappointment. "You're not Mr. Bai..."
Xu Ke said, utterly crestfallen.
The figure of Mr. Bai looked at the old man before him, who was almost his spitting image, and gently patted his shoulder.
"I am indeed not him."
"The dead are gone. How could someone who has completely fallen be so easily resurrected?"
"I am merely the trace he imprinted, the mark he left upon this world."
"To put it in your cultivator terms..."
"It is also called..."
"**The Spirit of Heaven and Earth**."
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