Chapter 510: Unfeeling
The originally indestructible grand hall around them vanished instantly, leaving behind only a chaotic, boundless, and bizarre space.
A vast and unparalleled power surged forth from deep within the bodies of the Hidden Dragon Guards, as if to assimilate everything, only stopping within three feet around Bai Mo.
Including this body of Bai Mo, a bright light suddenly emanated from the center of everyone's brows. These beams of light converged, collectively pointing towards a single direction, carving out a path of light.
A grand voice came from the end of the path of light: "Guest from a foreign land."
Following the direction of the light from his brow, Bai Mo paid no mind to the sword still impaled in his chest. He saw a Daoist with four faces—front, back, left, and right—sitting there dressed in a greenish-grey Daoist robe, appearing both intimately close and impossibly distant.
And in his perception, behind the Daoist before him, four great powers comparable to his own were intertwined, permeating the entire space. These forces were like giants propping up heaven and earth, collectively resisting the collapse of space.
"The karma of this land has finally revealed itself," Bai Mo said upon seeing this.
"You allowed your subordinates to cause trouble here, surely to awaken me."
"Yes."
The speed of this change in expression, from welcoming guest to facing enemy, caught Bai Mo somewhat off guard.
He also couldn't figure out what was going on, why the other party had suddenly become so hostile towards him.
After all, it wasn't easy to use the Skynet to deduce information about those of his generation; Bai Mo needed more time to obtain the answers he sought.
"What are you talking about?"
"Please ascend as soon as possible and leave the Manghuang Realm. Otherwise, we will certainly have to fight a battle, increasing losses in vain."
"What is an Unfeeling One, anyway..." Bai Mo countered again.
"The scent on your body is the same as that person's from back then; there's no mistake. It's definitely the scent of an Unfeeling One."
"..."
Bai Mo felt that the other party had probably mistaken him for someone else, but for a moment he couldn't think of how to explain. However, he hadn't made all these arrangements simply to chat with the world's most powerful entities.
"Grand Dao Heavenly Path, open!" At his command, the space behind him began to ripple, and a colossal, pure white radiant hand stretched out from the distorted space, seizing Xuanxuan Ling.
She, who had fallen into a coma due to the four-faced Daoist's arrival, was jolted awake in a daze, only to witness a scene that utterly astonished her:
The enemy with a sword still impaled in his chest was conversing with the ancestor who had appeared many times in her dreams.
While she, in her tattered clothes, was firmly held motionless in the palm of a giant hand too bright to look at directly.
Even more terrifying, the five fingers of the giant hand clutching her were slowly closing, everything in the external world before her was continuously vanishing, a profound despair enveloped everything, yet she had not the slightest strength to resist.
She only remembered the last question she had been asked before falling unconscious: "I can give you a chance to start anew."
"A chance to start anew, is that reincarnation?" Xuanxuan Ling chuckled softly.
Facing the choice between life and death, her heart suddenly felt much lighter.
...
"How dare you!" The four-faced Daoist swept his horsetail whisk, and three thousand strands of vexation flew forth from it, charging directly at the giant hand that had stretched from the void, ready to abduct Xuanxuan Ling.
"Rumble!" The entire space trembled incessantly from the aftershocks of the collision. If they had exchanged blows in Hanluo City, just a random ripple of energy would have been enough to completely wipe half the city off the map. The Annihilation Swords, which the Hidden Dragon Guards prided themselves on, were barely stronger than toys in such a battle.
The threads surging from all directions instantly pierced the radiant hand, riddling it with holes, but at the same time, they themselves were completely incinerated by the holy light that burned everything it touched.
The scarred giant hand continuously cracked and soon transformed into specks of light scattered in the air, once again becoming a force that stabilized space.
After losing her restraints, Xuanxuan Ling, now free, landed on the ground.
A Divine-level bloodline transcendent was as powerless as a puppet at this moment.
...
"If you want to start anew, walk through that door." Bai Mo did nothing further, merely leaving her a choice.
Xuanxuan Ling gazed at the gate of light left behind after the giant hand's destruction. She could naturally sense that beyond this burning gate lay raging power as vast as an abyss and a sea, and that stepping through would mean a ninety percent chance of death.
Perhaps rebirth after Nirvana? She didn't know the answer.
So she looked at the four-faced Daoist, attempting to get a definitive answer from the ancestor who had always been perfectly strategizing.
Yet, there was only silence.
This ancestor, who occasionally appeared in everyone's dreams and was known as the source of all bloodline transcendents, chose silence at this moment. Because he understood that Xuanxuan Ling had already made her decision deep within her heart.
"I understand." She looked at the four emotionless faces of the four-faced Daoist—one of which somewhat resembled the faces of the Xuanxuan Family's ancestors through the generations—and walked straight into the burning gate...
Xuanxuan Ling desired a new life.
"Are you not going to stop her?" After Xuanxuan Ling departed, Bai Mo asked the four-faced Daoist.
It seemed that the brief exchange just now had made the four-faced Daoist understand something; he no longer had his previous intense hostility, returning to the detached state they had been in upon first meeting.
At their level, where Law possesses an intrinsic spirit and power serves as a vessel for the Dao, every wisp of power embodied their respective wills, and exchanging blows was like a silent communication.
In the clash just now, the two of them unconsciously exchanged a vast amount of information, which allowed the four-faced Daoist to dispel a considerable portion of his misunderstandings.
"The child has grown up; perhaps they should have their own ideas," he remarked with the tone of a parent.
"All humans in the Manghuang Realm are my children."
"Is this the Dao of Sentience?" Bai Mo asked.
"You are one of the Unfeeling Dao, but you are not *him*," the four-faced Daoist did not answer directly.
"Indeed, it's an outcome I hadn't expected either."
The Manghuang Realm once possessed five Divine-level existences: they were respectively the ancestors of the Four Great Bloodline Houses, and a fifth individual never mentioned in any historical records.
Long ago, when the human race in this world was still in its infancy, they had already, relying on their extraordinary talents, cultivated step by step until they reached the ceiling of the Divine-level, leading humanity to become one of the strongest primitive tribes in this world, and were then known by the ancient people as the Five Emperors.
Among them, the exceptionally talented fifth individual even found a path beyond the Divine-level on his own. With a single step, he became the strongest in the entire world, sweeping aside all other races and allowing humanity to reign supreme.
PS: I saw an interesting self-introduction from an UP (content creator) on Bilibili: "Updates depend on luck, high output relies on destiny."
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