The world became quiet, yet restless. Some cheered that all living beings were saved, some wept for the loss of their loved ones, and some slumped to the ground in a daze.
The entire Tianji Sect knelt in the abyss, crying out for Nian Wanzhou to return.
The cultivators did not believe the crisis had passed. They remained in the abyss, not kneeling down, but watching the situation with bated breath.
Xiao Bailong Nianwanzhou is really amazing. At the same time that she was being suppressed by both of them, she was fighting back while desperately consuming the black mist.
It was as if those attacks were nothing to her.
The devastating attack was actually swallowed up by her! Moreover, she continued to grow stronger, forcefully devouring the black mist, which terrified the black mist.
"You...how were you able to devour me? Impossible! Even it couldn't do that, how could you...ahhh!" The black mist's screams assaulted everyone's eardrums.
The white bones beneath it scurried about, terrified of Nian Wanzhou's white light and spiritual power.
No... this shouldn't be happening!
She must have gotten it backwards. How did she learn all this? These are things she's never mastered before, and she's just a kid who's only been in this world for a little over twenty years...
Nian Wanzhou slightly raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as a blade: "Why don't you feel it for yourself and then you'll know?"
Under the protection of the barrier and runes set up by Nian Wanzhou, the three fought back and forth. However, it was the skeletons that were fleeing, the black mist that was in a helpless rage, and Nian Wanzhou that was frantically devouring the black mist.
The spiritual energy generated was so abundant...
The skeleton screamed repeatedly, muttering something unintelligible; it was clear it was terrified.
The black mist then realized that this wasn't a sacrifice, but something meant to take its life. "Impossible! How could you possibly devour my power? This is power accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years! How... how did you know it could be devoured?"
"Of course there's no reason why. I can just devour anything I want. You don't really think I've been hiding somewhere crying all these years, do you?"
"Hilarious! I know what you're doing. How could you just sit here and wait to die?" Nian Wanzhou retorted sarcastically.
The white light and black mist intertwined, while the skeletons that were supposed to help were fleeing in all directions, looking quite disheveled.
They were nowhere near as arrogant and overbearing as they were at the beginning.
Nian Wanzhou also created an avatar for herself, with clusters of white light chasing and devouring the black mist, while she picked up her magic wand and headed towards the skeleton.
"Weren't you very arrogant? Ah, weren't you chasing people to kill, weren't you bringing disaster to the world?"
Did you think that by sacrificing yourself and turning into black mist, you'd become one with that piece of shit and be omnipotent? You're a modern person yourself, how could you do something like this and implicate innocent people? How old are you? Can't you be a little more mature? If someone messes with you, just get back at them.
Even I, a high school graduate, understand this principle. Why can't you? You like hell on earth? I'll make you one.
The wand, imbued with Nian Wanzhou's purest power, forcefully drove the skeleton into a panicked retreat, leaving it no room to resist. It was even forced by her to dive into the black mist.
Then Nian Wanzhou pulled her out, disassembled her, and reassembled her like a toy.
The black mist was dispersed, but it quickly coalesced again.
Nian Wanzhou was not in a hurry and continued to entangle with the skeleton.
Nian Wanzhou's primary objective has always been the Black Mist, with the White Bones being secondary.
She cannot give up the behemoth that is the black mist; only by devouring it can she become stronger.
Even if it takes several years, she doesn't think it's a big deal.
She is now focused on the White Bone, the idiot who killed her master, her senior sister Xiyin, and all her half-sisters and brothers who loved her dearly.
There are also innocent people all over the world.
If the White Dragon had returned to the world again and again in the past to seek revenge, she could understand.
But in these hundreds of thousands of years of reincarnation, it kills and kills every time, sparing neither humans nor animals, nor ghosts or gods. Is it taking revenge? What a load of rubbish.
But if you ask Nian Wanzhou which dirty thing she hates more, she thinks only children make choices; she hates them all.
Everything needs physical purification!
A ritual to deliver the deceased?
It does not exist.
She grabbed her wand and swung it hard, putting the broken skeleton back together, and then continued the punishment.
That piercing pain, even though the skeleton is just a skeleton, can still penetrate into the depths of its rotting, stinking soul and its sea of consciousness.
Then they stuffed the scattered black mist back in, creating a performance of the experience of dying and coming back to life.
It deserves it.
Nian Wanzhou fought for five days and five nights. When his hands got tired, he would sit down to rest and then let his transformation devour the black mist to strengthen himself.
"White Bone, White Dragon, what is your name? It's strange, you've been dead for so many years, yet no one remembers your name, not even our Sky Sect has any records of it."
Hey, not to mention you, I myself am known by the nickname "Little White Dragon," which I quite like.
Listening to Nian Wanzhou's rambling remarks, the scattered bones didn't really want to answer.
After the black mist merged with it, it also developed some of its consciousness, and actually answered for it: "What was your name again, Xiao, right? I remember you were a pretty young lady. You've been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, it's good enough that you can still remember your surname, what's so strange about that?"
It's probably obsessed with killing right now, and it probably can't even remember where it came from; I'll have to remember it for it.
Nian Wanzhou looked up and slapped away the black mist's main body: "You're just being nosy. Who are you?"
The black mist dissipated and reformed: "I am composed of countless vengeful spirits, and I don't even know who I am. I have existed longer than your Little Heavenly Dao. Your previous White Dragon was also tricked by us into joining us."
"You're special; I told you so many obvious things, but you didn't fall for it at all."
Composed of vengeful spirits aged for hundreds of thousands of years?
It sounds like they've been wronged, but it's not believable; not a single word they utter is true.
"If I fall for this, we're all doomed. And who else has a little Heavenly Dao? Don't spread rumors, or I'll sue you for defamation!" Nian Wanzhou swallowed several portions of the Black Mist's main essence with dissatisfaction, deliberately.
The black mist was so angry that it jumped up and down. Oh, it's a thing without a physical form, where did it get its feet?
"You're a real jerk, trying to play dirty tricks on me."
Nian Wanzhou: What kind of talk is that! She's not even human, she's a little white dragon in the waves, where would she come from? Hehe.
The skeleton lay motionless on the ground, seemingly lost in thought: "You kindly returned my immortal bones to me, and now you've tormented me like this. What are you trying to do?"
The remaining sanity was trying to pull the skeleton back to its senses; this was the skeleton's last struggle.
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