Chapter 2387: Frost Moon Across the Sky, True Form is Not Void

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The karma of Maple Forest City has been tied, and now it is about to continue.

The birthless calamity outside stares at life and death, and now it is not far away.

At that moment, Zhuang Chengqian, who was playing chess with white bones, is now in cultivation, far surpassed by the youth of Maple Forest City.

White Bones Venerable God!

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image subconsciously pressed towards its heart, as if it could feel the pain there. But as its fingers touched its chest, it suddenly remembered that the seven-colored heart, full of regret and attachment, was not here.

So indifferent, even more ruthless than the true self, this Dharma Image unexpectedly stirred with emotion in front of the White Bones God Palace.

Ever forgotten?

Just always too weak.

A butterfly's wings cannot stir the vast sea.

Facing the Netherworld within, facing the White Bones God Seat standing atop the absolute peak, no matter how it ran, everything seemed distant.

But, it was always approaching.

Stand on the ultimate truth, gaze at the absolute peak. Step on the absolute peak, and the view from atop the absolute peak is right before your eyes!

What was once a cloud-covered mountain, thousands and tens of thousands of miles away, is now also within reach.

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image stared fixedly at the four characters "White Bones God Palace," finally lifting its steps and calmly walking into it.

It had imagined the scene of coming here many times.

However, the first time truly setting foot here was unlike any scene it had imagined.

Fate is always full of twists and turns, making one realize that not everything can be calculated.

All along, the White Bones God Palace it imagined was where various gods were seated, where myriad spirits submitted, where countless strong individuals stood like a forest. Majestic and grand, exceeding all fantasy, with billions of believers and saints forming an army... It should have been the ultimate prosperous scene in the Netherworld world.

Because the status of White Bones Venerable God is that of supreme, impossible to surpass, in the Netherworld great world.

But what it saw now was so desolate and cold.

As if... White Bones was already dead.

What exactly happened?

When did all these changes begin?

As the embodiment of White Bones Venerable God's authority in the Netherworld great world, the importance of the White Bones God Palace was beyond doubt. In Its plan to establish the White Bones God Country using Daozi, this White Bones God Palace was an important direction for fantasy. The believers of the White Bones Dao, in their imagination of the future, were based on occasionally glimpsing such a God Palace.

Now it was all abandoned.

Jiang Wang tried almost all ways to understand White Bones Venerable God. After the extermination of the White Bones Dao, he collected the most related materials about White Bones Venerable God existing in the present world. He even reconnected with the Blood Puppet True Demon's first question, also asking about White Bones Venerable God.

Today he would naturally not miss this place.

The entire palace complex built from white bones had no trace of life.

But the hall where White Bones Venerable God resided, every brick and tile, every trace, must have received White Bones Venerable God's influence, all of which interpreted the language of White Bones.

Jiang Wang would absolutely study it bit by bit with the utmost seriousness.

His desire to understand White Bones was no less than his desire to attain Dao.

Or perhaps, he needed to understand what kind of path he needed to walk to truly cross ten thousand mountains and stand in front of White Bones Venerable God!

Boot soles knocked on bones, footsteps echoed hollowly. Flesh was a redundant existence, soul and marrow were dried up together. In front of him, except for the pale white of the buildings, there were no other colors, and no "others." The Heavenly Person Dharma Image still meticulously observed every place, inch by inch, brick by brick, trace by trace.

Although he knew it was impossible, he would still think like this—

Perhaps within these bricks and tiles, there were the remains of Maple Forest City.

Finally, he completely measured this palace complex with his feet, and depicted all the traces with his gaze. As if reproducing the process of the palace's completion, feeling the eternal, ceaseless wail in endless time.

He finally came to the front of the last White Bones God Seat—

Skulls with a quality like white jade were clearly White Bones Venerable God's precious collection. They bit into each other, piled up to form a Dan Platform, possessing a kind of painful majesty. Above the Dan Platform, countless strips reached high into the sky, as if tearing something, forming a forest of white bone hands, supporting the bone-spurred, ferocious and evil God Seat.

On the huge White Bones God Seat, there was no figure.

There wasn't even a trace of a great aura, everything had disappeared very cleanly.

White Bones Venerable God was indeed not here. Not just for three or five days.

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image gazed at all this indifferently, moving its line of sight indifferently. Its line of sight was like a knife, scraping over each skull, grinding each bone hand.

At a certain moment, it suddenly stopped.

In the hollow back of that White Bones God Seat, approximately on the third pillar made of ribs, it saw a line of text written from top to bottom—

"White Bones disappeared. I am searching for It."

That line of text did not originally exist; it appeared because of his line of sight, because the soul imprint belonging to "Jiang Wang" touched its existence!

Just like...

This line of text appeared here, just to wait for Jiang Wang.

The one who left the text knew that Jiang Wang would certainly come here.

So Jiang Wang naturally also knew who he was.

They had a common cause and effect, starting from the same place, and each going forward, each going far. No matter if it was lofty mountains, immortal seas, or god platforms, there would always be a moment when their lives intersected. And that kind of moment, whether it was thunder breaking through heavy clouds, a divine boat sailing out of the heavenly sea, or the end of the world and the end of calamity, would be the final chapter of life.

They were all willing to offer everything for that kind of moment.

The very familiar handwriting in front of him was inscribed with thunder patterns, the pen tip showed no emotion, and the character shapes had a kind of alienation. As if it was a figure walking alone through a long night, wandering outside the world.

Wang Changji's leftover text!

In these years, the two only intermittently exchanged messages. Because Wang Changji's whereabouts were uncertain and he didn't use the Taixu Illusion Realm, usually only he would find his way or send a message to the White Jade Capital tavern, and then the two would have a brief exchange.

Jiang Wang actually didn't know that Wang Changji had long been walking in the Netherworld and had already confirmed the disappearance of White Bones Venerable God, being the first to arrive at the White Bones God Palace.

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image lifted its finger, just about to wipe off that line of text—this itself was a kind of response to Wang Changji, informing the other that he had also come. Seeing the text was like seeing the face.

But that line of text suddenly shook, seeming to float on the water surface, rippling with water waves. In a trance, the character shapes had already changed—

"I confirm that White Bones has already descended to the present world, I am searching for Its descent birth date."

Wang Changji had a new discovery later!

White Bones Venerable God truly gave up the supreme honor in the Netherworld world and descended to the present world?

If the exact descent birth time of White Bones Venerable God could be locked, the possibility of finding the newborn White Bones Dao Embryo would indeed increase greatly.

However, in the vast present world, with billions of people, how many are born, aged, sick, and die at every moment? Limited by the political capabilities of different countries, not everyone's birth and death can be accurate to a certain hour. Moreover, there are still some areas ruled by present world great sects where the management of people is even nominal. Many people pass a lifetime alone, unknown to anyone, many people don't even have names.

Even knowing the exact time of White Bones Venerable God's descent birth time, it is still very difficult to lock onto all the newborns at the corresponding time.

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image instantly thought of too much. It thought of Zhuang Chengqian's "true self" being erased by White Bones Venerable God, thought of "White Bones Daozi" being recycled by White Bones Venerable God, thought of the White Bones Dao Embryo, and thought of itself absorbing Zhuang Chengqian's newborn god soul origin. It thought of how White Bones Venerable God from the Netherworld world, through long-term layout, slightly won over the "present world heaven's will," winning the possibility of the Dao Embryo's descent.

Finally, it lifted its finger, wiped off that line of text, and wrote in the blank space on the chair back—

"It will come find me."

In the long life of White Bones Venerable God, the name "Jiang Wang" is an "error" It must erase.

And in Jiang Wang's young life, the four characters "White Bones Venerable God" are a mountain he cannot bypass and must move away. The deep blood feud of Maple Forest City, the last big mountain remaining.

Then let's see who ends whom.

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image thought somewhat desolately.

Just at this moment, it had a feeling in its heart, turning back in the dense great hall of White Bones. It had already crossed heavy palace walls and thick ghost fog, seeing several pairs of greedy eyes!

They came from several figures sneaking closer, wandering outside the empty, silent palace complex, always eager to try, yet hesitant, not daring to truly step into the hall.

It was very clear that these guys vaguely detected the absence of the White Bones God Palace's owner and coveted this place, possibly having observed it for a long time. But they were also afraid of the supreme Venerable God's fame and were still probing.

This was also "heavenly fate."

The Heavenly Person Dharma Image flipped its palm upwards, making its palm heart a furnace, instantly igniting a wisp of pale white flame.

This flame looked extremely cold, as if frozen by frost. Inside, however, it was composed of one thread after another of fine flames, threads twisting, each wisp madly fierce, impossible to examine.

Named "Desire Fire," it is one of the flames that the true self Jiang Wang is currently refining.

Without the demonic intent of the Desire Demon Art, it was not considered very powerful. But used in the Netherworld world to deal with these true gods and true ghosts... it was also enough.

As soon as this flame ignited, the shadows wandering outside the White Bones God Palace were as if they had been fueled.

Demonic hearts were restless, divine intentions were uneasy.

The strong will to plunder treasures suppressed all hesitation. The remains of a supreme Venerable God, even if only edge scraps, were treasures difficult to obtain in a lifetime.

Various shadows instantly approached.

Thus, outside the White Bones God Palace, sharp sounds rang out: "Supreme Venerable God sleeping at the bottom of the Forget River, eternally undead End Lord... Your divine glory forever bathes me, Yin Mountain Ghost Old specifically comes to pay respects!"

A second voice immediately rang out: "Heaven Scar Valley Youmeng True God, seeks audience with the eternal sleeping place, White Bones Venerable God! Piously submits, willing to kneel and offer all, presenting it before the Venerable God's seat!"

One was more humble than the other, and one competed with the other in loyalty. But they all wanted to see White Bones Venerable God first.

Outside the White Bones God Palace, for a time, Yin winds gusted, and ghost cries were like howls.

Inside the White Bones God Palace, the Heavenly Person Dharma Image listened quietly for a moment, then extinguished the Desire Flame in its palm with a grab. It had no expression on its face, indifferently turned its body, and sat down on that White Bones God Seat. It lifted its hand and placed it on the smooth skull armrest, and on its slender index finger, frost light and wind formed a ring signifying authority.

And above the God Palace, in the infinitely high sky, a wheel of frost moon, with its sitting down, rose,

Cold moonlight sprinkled on the God Palace, as if mercury poured onto the ground.

Ka ka ka!

Just in front of the God Seat, a pair of White Bones hands struggled out of the ground bricks, and with a single press on the ground, they supported themselves and leaped up, standing in the hall.

Then came the second one, the third one...

For a time, skeletons lined up in the hall, as if Netherworld officials, the hundred officials of the God Country, together revered the Venerable God!

The first White Bones skeleton to crawl up knelt halfway in front of the God Seat, as if receiving some guidance, turned its skull head, its mouth opened blankly twice, and finally emitted a sound—

The skeletons throughout the hall resonated together, transmitting the divine decree!

Moonlight covered this side, flowing onto the earth. Everywhere it passed, densely packed white bone skeletons, in various corners of this huge palace complex, swayed and stood up. Some held knives, some wielded axes, some looked up at the moon and howled.

The White Bones God Palace seemed to have revived tonight.

And a long, grand sound, broadcasting under the moonlight, like a rushing stream converging into the sea, went out of the God Palace—

"Proclaim!"

The various shadows outside the God Palace almost immediately knelt on the ground, no one daring to lift their heads.

When the frost moon crossed the sky, the master of the White Bones God Palace proclaimed to see the true gods!

Looking at the "great worlds" around the present world.

The Ten Thousand Realms Burial Ground came without concealment, allowing free entry and exit.

Yu Yuan merely fought and killed on the New Wild Continent; in recent years, it has all been seen on the Great Wall front line.

The Netherworld world's system was long ago struck down and collapsed, basically with several sides of Venerable Gods sweeping the snow in front of their own doors, peacefully eternal. Some Yang Gods entertained themselves, closing their doors to live out a God Monarch's addiction. Although the Netherworld is a way back to the origin sea, not the end point of death, in today's era, it is not a great threat to the human race.

Long battle lines have been established around the civilization basin of the Heaven Prison world. The demon race army's attack is extremely powerful, and the defense can also be called impregnable. In the battlefields represented by Sorrow Dragon Ferry in these two years, medium-intensity wars have never stopped.

Instead, it is the Vast Sea, almost pacified by one battle—this great world formed by cutting out a corner from the present world, should be said to be welcoming an unprecedented period of peace.

The Mirage Realm is sealed, the ancient heavenly road is already cut, the Eternal Heavenly Stele has seized its five... As if old illnesses are all gone, it radiates new life, and the entire Vast Sea is everywhere in great construction!

Once, Gao Ji so ruled the Yongning Sea Domain to the east. Seventy-four thousand sea miles to the east, there was a sea domain named "Impermanence."

It is the place ruled by Emperor Lord Wu Yuan.

The famous "Impermanence Flying Armor" is precisely the ultimate armament of this domain, deterring all sides.

The commander of the "Impermanence Flying Armor" is Manta Ray Sorrow, numbered "Hunter King."

This true king is skilled in poison, often able to kill enemies unknowingly. The daily training of the "Impermanence Flying Armor" is all his responsibility. During Emperor Lord Wu Yuan's outings or cultivation periods, he is the highest will of the Impermanence Sea Domain.

At this moment, he stood on a giant shell with his hands behind his back, patrolling in the vast sea territory governed by Emperor Lord Wu Yuan.

Every time the giant shell's two shells closed, they swallowed and spat out a huge amount of sea sand. Looking closely, it wasn't sea sand, but the dead filth of this sea domain!

The originally dirty and turbid seawater instantly cleared up a lot after the giant shell passed.

This kind of giant shell sea beast, named "Corpse-Eating Shell." It looks like a tool specially designed to clean the sea domain environment, but it is actually a unique war weapon of the Impermanence Sea Domain, and also the origin of the "Flying Armor" name.

It possesses powerful load capacity, has terrifying burst speed, and extremely strong defense. It feeds on rotten things and fundamentally consumes no resources. In the excellent works of wise teachers of past generations, it is also considered a top-grade war giant beast.

Manta Ray Sorrow, as usual, rode the shell to patrol the sea. In the days of commanding the "Impermanence Flying Armor," he was accustomed to handling things personally. The Emperor Lord had consumed quite a lot in the great war on the ancient heavenly road earlier. This time, again triggered by the imprint left in the previous period, causing the True Venerable to once more use the power of "Main Calamity," it needed a period of time to recover. The current Impermanence Sea Domain particularly needed his attention.

What he saw in front of him was thriving.

As one of the most important existing sea domains, the Impermanence Sea Domain was not allocated to the Eternal Heavenly Stele. This was not due to the neglect of the Vast Sea Dragon Lord, but rather an honor under disaster—because they could rebuild their homeland with their own strength.

In this peaceful sea domain located in the far east, it was impossible for dangers from outside the Vast Sea to occur. Even if the human race bombed through the Mirage Realm and killed all the way to the "Impermanence Sea Domain," it would take months and years. The distance was truly too far, and there were too many dangerous areas in between.

As a true king, he only needed to guard against those possible shifting heavenly disasters. Find ways to solve them in advance, or warn the Emperor Lord.

Of course, those disobedient bastards in the sea domain also needed him to timely discipline them. The construction and development of the entire Impermanence Sea Domain needed him to control the direction even more.

At a certain moment, Manta Ray Sorrow lifted his head.

What he gazed at was not the gloomy sky where a storm was about to come. But his "Dao."

He had been stuck before the position of Emperor Lord for many years. In the post-disaster reconstruction of the Vast Sea, he vaguely had a touch, yet always failed to enter.

And today, in the darkness, a power of heavenly dao seemed to be beckoning to him.

This kind of heavenly dao power was absolutely not false, not an illusion!

Heavenly fate in the sea race?

The human race had Jiang Wang twice break free from the deep sea of heavenly dao, the demon race had Yuan Zhi originally swimming in the deep sea of heavenly dao. This was clearly a broad road, one that non-true strong individuals could not step on.

Manta Ray Sorrow exhausted his divine thoughts, and involuntarily ascended to heaven.

He seemed to already see, in the center of the vast heavenly dao ocean, there was a supreme Emperor Lord position, its back facing him, waiting for him to walk over, to crown him.

A wheel of frost moon shone on the water, everything was very calm.

He stepped forward, his boots stepping ripples onto the sea.

When he finally walked to the front of that position, he suddenly saw that the position was clearly not empty.

A Buddha sat there.

The Buddha's form was hidden, it was a yellow-faced old monk!