Chapter 222 Life and Death Without Blame (19)

White Bone Gate.

The palace was filled with jagged white bones, and the oppressive aura of death made it completely silent. Apart from the walking skeletons, there were no living people in sight. The only sound in the deathly silence was the grinding of bones and joints.

Bai Yi and Hou Wenxin walked through it, seeing only a vast expanse of white.

After an unknown amount of time, the skeleton that had been leading the way finally stopped and said, "Gentlemen, the Lord of the Palace is inside. Please."

Bai Yi and Hou Wenxin exchanged a glance and stepped onto the steps made of white bones. The luminous pearls beside the steps emitted a dim blue light, making their faces appear gray and indistinct.

The Bone Palace Master was a slender woman who looked just like Bai Yi, but appeared more composed. Amidst the pile of bones, she gave Bai Yi a faint smile.

"Bai Yi greets the Lord of the Palace." Bai Yi bowed.

Bai Wushou laughed and said, "Of all my divided spirits, you are the only one who dared to cultivate a human body. You still dare to come and see me?"

"I was fortunate enough to obtain a wisp of Lord Que's soul, and was also rescued and enlightened by someone, which allowed me to cultivate into a human body. I will never forget Lord Que's great kindness," Bai Yi said.

Bai Wushou smiled, then looked at Hou Wenxin and asked, "Master, what brings you here?"

"Like Miss Bai, I have a favor to ask of Lord Que," Hou Wenxin said.

Bai Wushou said, "Speak freely."

Then Wenxin looked at Bai Yi, who calmed himself down and said, "Lord Que, we would like to ask you to take out the Jade Marrow and release all the cultivators and spirit pets in Wangyue who are controlled by the Jade Marrow."

Bai Wushou looked at them in surprise: "Are you guys crazy or am I dreaming?"

This is even more absurd than letting her ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

"Lord Que, what if doing this would also grant you your freedom?" Bai Yi asked.

Bai Wushou smiled nonchalantly: "How am I not free?"

“If the Lord of the Palace feels free, why did you release thousands of your spirits to scatter throughout the Moon Gazing Palace, never leaving the White Bone Palace even for a moment? Even if those spirits leave the White Bone Palace, they can only take root behind the counter and can never move.” Bai Yi stared intently at her. “Lord of the Palace, I am your spirit. I understand what it feels like to have a little more freedom.”

Bai Wushou's smile faded, a gust of cold wind swept through the hall, and then he silently chanted a Buddhist prayer, creating a barrier that blocked her from being driven away.

Bai Yi slowly raised his head in the eerie wind and said, word by word, "If the Lord of the Palace agrees, Bai Yi is willing to offer up this body and soul so that you may roam freely in the world."

Bai Wushou looked down at her for a long time before saying, "Do you know how much fortune it takes to obtain a human body as a split spirit? You've suffered so much, and now you want to hand this body over to someone else?"

“I am a fragment of the Lord of the Palace. If my desire for freedom is one part, then the Lord of the Palace has ten parts.” Bai Yi said with a firm gaze. “If my hatred for Wangyue is ten parts, then the Lord of the Palace has ten thousand parts. I knew my final choice when I was born into human form. This is the day you have been waiting for all this time.”

Bai Wushou sighed: "If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Bai Yi shook his head. Amidst the howling wind and heavy deathly aura, he stepped onto the bone steps, walked up to Bai Wushou, bent down, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I will not perish. I was originally one of your myriad spirits, and in the end, I will become a part of you." She smiled, looking into Bai Wushou's eyes. "Master Que, if there's a chance in the future, take me to see..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft white light flashed, and Bai Wushou, who was sitting upright in the pile of bones, slowly dissipated. Bai Yi's eyes were blank for a moment before regaining their brilliance.

She turned around and looked back, asking herself.

Hou Wenxin looked at her uncertainly and asked, "Master Baique?"

The person standing in the pile of bones smiled at Hou Wenxin, tears streaming down her face. She laughed and cried at the same time, her expression a mixture of bewilderment and confusion: "She said, 'Let me see for myself.'"

It's Bai Yi.

"Amitabha." Then Wenxin sighed deeply.

Behind her, countless fragments of the White Bone Lord's spirit gathered together, and like Bai Wushou, slowly condensed into her body. Bai Yi's cultivation soared, leaping to the Great Luo Realm without any tribulation.

Bai Yi stared in disbelief at the bone sword that had materialized before him, then raised his hand to catch it.

“A thousand years ago, I had a master who risked his life to save my true form, the sword. After that, we were separated and never saw each other again. I was controlled by Wangyue for many years and could not remember who he was. I have been resentful about this for many years… But after seeing you, I realized that he only wanted me to live from beginning to end. Who he is is no longer important.”

"Bai Yi, from now on, live for yourself."

Bai Wushou's voice disappeared, and the Bone Palace returned to silence.

Bai Yi held the bone sword and looked back, asking himself a question.

"One thought breaks through attachments, one thought achieves selflessness." Afterwards, he put his hands together and gave her a Buddhist salute, saying, "Benefactor Bai, congratulations on your breakthrough."

After a thousand years of silence and tens of thousands of spirits being divided, Bai Wushou was already free when Bai Yi emerged from the ground in human form.

Bai Yi suddenly understood and nodded slightly: "Let's go to Yanyu Terrace."

Meanwhile, near the various departments on the tenth floor of the Moon Gazing Continent.

Each of the dispersed realms was filled with a vast expanse of white mist. This mist contained both spiritual and turbid energy, blending seamlessly with the energy of heaven and earth. No one noticed the true nature of the white mist. Large and small flying boats passed through the waterways, slowly emerging from the realms and silently landing in the nearest concealment formation. Long swords pointed directly at the Tenth Tower of Gazing at the Moon.

Lin Feibai and Hu Jingchen spotted Pingze's flying boat, exchanged a code, and then led them straight to the Death Tower.

The first clash was always silent; a flash of sword light, and blood splattered across white robes.

If viewed from above, one could see countless cultivators suddenly appearing around the tenth floor centered on the Misty Rain Terrace. They were like countless ants, slowly beginning to devour the nearest behemoth. The rich spiritual energy they had never experienced before, the countless powerful spiritual veins, the ancient temples that could be seen everywhere, and the inexhaustible treasures and resources... all of this greatly invigorated the cultivators of Pingze.

The more resources one has, the more abundant one's spiritual energy becomes, which means one is closer to ascension. With such a great temptation in front of them, no cultivator is willing to turn back, after all, no cultivator in Pingze has successfully ascended for ten thousand years.

The cultivator from Pingze took them by surprise, and by the time the news reached Yanyu Terrace, half of the ten floors had already collapsed.

Yanyu Terrace.

"The Yin-Yang, Qiankun, and Life and Death Six Towers have all been occupied by Pingze cultivators. We are investigating how they broke through the boundary to enter," said Elder Nie. "This matter is inextricably linked to Jiang Gu."

"The masters of these floors, Wen Ziheng, have already perished, Wu Hezhi is nowhere to be found, and Yan Huai'an and Xie Chenglian's soul lamps were extinguished yesterday. As for the remaining floors, Song Shijun's Shunni Building is full of the elderly, weak, women and children, and the group of fools in the Xushi Building who only know how to study formations are even less of a threat... Pingze has clearly come prepared." Huo Chi, the master of the Fire Pavilion, said, "If we don't make a move, Pingze and his group will take advantage of our kindness."

Mu Bao, the Pavilion Master of the Wood Pavilion, said, "The Pavilion Masters of the Thunder, Wind, and Earth Pavilions, along with most of the cultivators, have gone to Chenyao with the Platform Master. The Gold Pavilion is sparsely populated due to the rebellion five years ago, and the Heaven and Earth Pavilion is even less so. The young master is still missing. That leaves only the Water, Wood, and Fire Pavilions. Facing so many cultivators from Pingze, I'm afraid..."

“The cultivators from Pingze are not worth mentioning,” Xiao Qingfan said. “Their aptitude and cultivation are mediocre. Although we are few in number, killing them will not be a problem.”

He said with arrogance and indifference in his eyes, "I told my father long ago that if these people in Pingze are not eliminated, they will kill their master sooner or later."

Jin Hendie listened quietly from the side, only occasionally interjecting, "So what should we do now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Dan, who was sitting on the high seat, slowly opened his eyes, and everyone bowed in unison.

"Master..." Xiao Qingfan was about to speak when the person who had been sitting in the main seat suddenly stood up.

The people present immediately changed color and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xiao Dan walked down the steps unhurriedly with his hands behind his back. They hurriedly followed, all looking surprised and not daring to say a word.

"Master, what are we going to do?" Elder Nie asked tentatively.

"Since the guests have arrived at the door, it's natural to go out and greet them."

"So as not to be impolite."

The heavy palace doors in front of Xiao Dan slowly opened, revealing a vast expanse of mist and figures faintly visible behind it.

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Side hall of Yanyu Terrace.

A light mist swirled around Jiang Gu, and Wei Feng's voice rang out in his mind: "Master, all the cultivators in the tenth realm have been teleported out."

"Have the primordial spirits been gathered together?" Advisor Jiang asked.

Wei Feng nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, "But the wooden puppet's shell was broken. Master, could you give me another one?"

Jiang Gu replied, "Use my body."

Wei Feng was stunned: "Huh?"

It's no wonder Wei Feng was surprised. He can now freely enter and exit Jiang Gu's sea of ​​consciousness. If he were to use Jiang Gu's body again, he could take over Jiang Gu's body at any time, completely seize his identity, and replace him without anyone noticing. Not to mention Jiang Gu, even Wei Feng felt that this approach was not safe enough.

Even though with his current cultivation level, he can no longer rely too much on his body.

“The separated primordial spirit is too loose and recovers too slowly in the puppet,” Jiang Gu explained patiently. “As long as your primordial spirit is not destroyed, this body will not dissipate.”

Wei Feng sensed something was amiss and asked疑惑地问道, "Master, do you mean... I should take your place?"

“That’s right.” Jiang Gu felt Wei Feng’s heart in his chest and said calmly, “Xiao Dan is meticulous and we may not be his match.”

Wei Feng disagreed: "No, you've given me your body, so how can you—"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of the door opening interrupted him.

Song Shijun stood at the door and smiled slightly at Jiang Gu: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, the Master invites you to leave the hall."

Jiang Gu looked at him.

Song Shijun, with his sleeves tucked in, stepped aside to make way.

"Let's watch a good show."