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The karmic debts forged in the Fenglin City domain are now about to be settled.

Beyond the cycle of birth and death, the view now feels close at hand.

At that moment, Zhuang Chengqian, who was playing chess with bones, is now far behind the young man from Fenglin City in terms of cultivation.

White Bone Venerable!

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The T'ien-Ren Fa Xiang instinctively pressed towards his chest, as if he could feel the pain there. But when his fingers touched his torso, he remembered that the seven-colored heart, filled with regret and longing, was not here.

Such indifference, compared to the ruthlessness of this dharma form, which is far more devoid of compassion than I. Even before the Bone Monastery, it could not help but stir up ripples.

How could I ever forget

I have always been too weak.

A butterfly's wings, cannot stir up the vast ocean.

Facing the underworld, that white bone throne standing on the peak, no matter how you run, it seems so far away.

But, it was always getting closer.

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Standing firm on the foundation of truth, gazing at the peak. Reaching the peak, the peak lies before your eyes!

Once, cloud-shrouded mountains and mists covered thousands of miles. Now, it is not impossible to reach such a breathtaking sight.

Tien Ren Fa Xiang stood still and looked at the four characters "Bai Gu Jing Gong". Finally, he lifted his foot and stepped inside calmly.

He had imagined many times what it would be like to arrive here.

However, the first time I actually stepped foot here, it was unlike any scene I had imagined.

Fate always changes in unexpected ways, reminding us that its possibilities are infinite.

He had always imagined the White Bone Divine Temple as a place where gods would take their seats, countless spirits would prostrate themselves, and innumerable powerful beings would stand tall like forests. Majestic and magnificent, it would be the culmination of all his fantasies, with billions of believers and armies of saints... It should be the most glorious scene in the underworld.

Because the stature of the White Bone Venerable God is, within the Great World of the Netherworld, the highest and most supreme one, impossible to be higher.

But now, what we see is desolate and deserted.

As if... the bones were already dead.

What on earth happened

When did all these changes start

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As the embodiment of authority for the White Bone Venerable God in the Underworld, the importance of the White Bone Shrine is undeniable. In His plan to establish the White Bone Divine Kingdom through the Daozi, this White Bone Shrine was a key focal point of fantasy. For those who believed in the White Bone Dao, their imagination of the future was based on such an imagined shrine, built upon the foundation of occasional contemplation.

Now it's all abandoned.

Jiang Wang had tried nearly every possible way to learn about the White Bone Venerable God. After the demise of the White Bone Dao, he collected the most abundant existing materials related to the White Bone Venerable God. Even the first question he asked Blood Puppet True Demon was about the White Bone Venerable God.

Of course he wouldn't miss this place today.

The entire palace complex, built of white bones, had not a trace of life within it.

But the hall where the White Bone Divine resided, every brick and tile, any trace left behind, would inevitably be influenced by the White Bone Divine, all were interpretations of the language of White Bone.

Jiang Wang will definitely study it meticulously and bit by bit with the utmost seriousness.

He wanted to understand the Bone Demon as much as he yearned for enlightenment.

Or perhaps, he needs to understand what path he must take to truly traverse mountains and stand before the White Bone Divine!

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The sound of boots striking bone echoed hollowly, flesh was superfluous, and spirit and marrow dried together. All that remained before the eyes was the stark whiteness of the buildings, nothing else, no "other." Yet, the celestial being meticulously observed every detail, each brick, each tile, each mark.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still thought that way.

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Perhaps within these bricks and mortar lie the very bones of Maplewood City.

Finally, he measured the entire palace complex with his feet and traced everything with his eyes. It was as if he were reliving the process of the palace's construction, feeling the endless echoes of sorrow through time.

He finally arrived before the last white bone throne.

The skull, as white as jade, was clearly a treasured possession of the Bone God. Their interlocking jawbones formed a ghastly throne, bearing a poignant majesty. Above the throne, countless skeletal hands reached towards the sky, as if tearing at something unseen, supporting a bone seat bristling with vicious spikes.

On the massive skeletal throne, there was no figure.

Not even a trace of greatness remained, everything disappeared very cleanly.

The White Bone Divine, indeed isn't here. Not for three or five days.

The Heavenly Human Form remained impassive, gazing upon all with cold indifference. His gaze swept across the scene like a blade, slicing through skulls one by one, grinding bones against bones.

At a certain moment, it suddenly stopped.

He saw, on the third pillar of the skeletal throne, carved into the openwork back like ribs, a line of writing that ran from top to bottom.

"The bones have disappeared. I am searching for them."

Those words didn't exist, they appeared because of his gaze, because the unique soul imprint of "Jiang Wang" had awakened it!

Just like...

This line of text is here, just waiting for Jiang Wang.

The person who left the message knew that Jiang Wang would definitely come here.

So Jiang Wang, of course, also knew who he was.

Each has a common cause, originating from the same place, yet venturing forth in their own ways. Whether it be towering mountains or celestial realms, there will always be moments where lives intersect. And those moments, may come as a bolt of lightning splitting the heavy clouds, or a divine vessel sailing out to the vast ocean, or perhaps even at the end of days, the final chapter of life itself.

They would all gladly give everything for that moment.

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The handwriting before my eyes was very familiar, it belonged to Lei Wenming. The brushstrokes were emotionless, and the characters had a sense of detachment. It was like the figure of someone who walked alone through a long night, wandering outside the world.

Wang Changji's last words!

Over the years, the two only communicated intermittently. Because Wang Changji's whereabouts were uncertain and he didn't use the Illusory Realm very often, they usually only interacted briefly when he reached out or sent a message to Baiyujing Tavern.

Jiang Wang actually didn't know that Wang Changji had been walking in the Netherworld for a long time and had already confirmed the disappearance of the White Bone Divine Venerable, so he came to the White Bone Temple first.

Tian Ren Fa Xiang raised his finger, about to erase these characters—this itself was a response to Wang Changji, informing him that he had arrived as well. Seeing the words is like seeing a person.

But the line of characters suddenly began to waver, seeming to float on the surface of the water and rippling with the waves. In a daze, the characters had already transformed—

“I'm certain that the White Bone has been reborn into this world, and I'm searching for the date of its birth.”

Wang Changji made a new discovery later!

The White Bone Venerable God truly abandoned his supreme status in the Underworld and was reborn into this world

If we can pinpoint the time when the White Bone Venerable God was born and find the possibility of a newborn White Bone Dao fetus, it would definitely increase our chances significantly.

However, in this vast world with billions of people, countless births, deaths, illnesses, and old ages occur every moment. Due to the limitations of political capabilities in different countries, not everyone's birth and death can be accurately recorded down to a specific hour. Moreover, there are some large areas ruled by powerful entities where management of the populace is essentially nonexistent. Many people live out their lives in solitude, unknown to others, and many may not even have names.

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Even if we knew the exact time of Bai Gu Zun Shen's birth, it would be difficult to pinpoint all the newborns from that time period.

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In an instant, Tianren Fa Xiang thought of many things. He remembered the "true self" of Zhuang Chengqian that was obliterated by the White Bone Venerable God, the "White Bone Daozi" that was retrieved by the White Bone Venerable God, the White Bone Dao Tai, and his own absorption of Zhuang Chengqian's reborn divine soul source. He recalled how the White Bone Venerable God from the underworld had, through meticulous planning over a long period of time, outwitted "the will of the present world" and secured the possibility of the Dao Tai's descent.

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Then, he raised his finger to erase the line of writing. In its place on the chair back, he wrote—

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He will come to me.

In the White Bone God's long life, the name "Jiang Wang" was an inevitable "error" that He had to erase.

And in Jiang Wang's young life, the four words "Bai Gu Zun Shen" were a mountain he had to move. The blood sea feud of Feng Lin City, the last remaining mountain.

Let's see who ends up ending who.

The Heavenly-Human Dharma Form was somewhat aloofly contemplated.

Just at this moment, he sensed something amiss. Looking back from the desolate hall of white bones, he had passed through layers of palace walls and thick ghostly mist, seeing several greedy eyes!

They came from several shadowy figures lurking near, pacing outside the silent and empty palace complex. They were eager to move forward, yet hesitant, too afraid to actually step into the halls.

It's obvious these guys have sensed the missing owner of the Bai Gu Shrine and are eyeing it covetously. They might have been observing this place for a long time. However, they're also afraid of the supreme deity's reputation and are still probing cautiously.

This is also "heavenly predestination".

The celestial and human form flips its palm upward, the palm becoming a furnace, instantly igniting a pale white flame.

This firework looks incredibly cold, like frost. But inside it's made up of countless tiny flames, twisting and turning. Each one is wildly intense, too much to examine closely.

is a flame called "Willfire," one of the flames that Master Jiang Wang is currently refining.

Without the demonic intent of the Devil's Arts, it wouldn't be considered very powerful. But in the underworld, used against these true gods and ghosts...it would be enough.

As soon as the flame ignited, the dark figures lurking outside the Bai Gu Temple seemed to find fuel for their presence.

A restless heart, an unsettled spirit.

A burning desire for plunder overwhelmed all trepidation. The heirlooms of the supreme deity, even mere scraps, were treasures beyond compare, something one could only dream of in a lifetime.

The shadows surged forward in an instant.

Thus, outside the White Bone Temple, a sharp voice rang out: "Supreme God slumbering at the bottom of the River Forgetfulness, Eternal Lord of the End... Your brilliance forever bathes me. Yin Shan Ghost Old Man comes to pay his respects!"

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The second voice followed closely: "Tiān Hén Gǔ Yōu Mèng Zhēn Shén, seek a place of eternal slumber, Báigǔ Zūn Shén! With devout submission, I offer all, kneeling before your divine seat!"

One is humbler than the next, each vying for loyalty. But all must first see the White Bone Divine first.

Outside the Bai Gu Temple, a sudden gust of wind swept through, and ghosts cried out like mournful wails.

Within the Bai Gu Shrine, the celestial and human forms of Tian Ren listened silently for a moment. With a flick of his wrist, he extinguished the flames of intent in his palm. His face remained expressionless, calmly turning to ascend the skeletal throne. He raised his hand, resting it on the smooth skull armrest. A frost-like glow wrapped around his slender index finger, forming a ring symbolizing authority.

And above the shrine, in the boundless high heavens, there was a silver moon that rose as he sat down.

The moonlight spilled across the shrine like liquid silver.

Clack clack clack!

Right before the divine seat, a pair of skeletal hands struggled to emerge from the brickwork. With a single push against the ground, they launched themselves upward and stood tall within the hall.

And then there is the second one, the third one...

Within the palace, a procession of skeletons marched forth, resembling the civil and military officials of the underworld and the hundred officials of heaven, all gathered to pay homage to the revered deity!

The first skeleton to rise, half-knelt before the divine seat. As if guided by some force, it turned its skull, its empty mouth gaping open twice before finally emitting a sound.

All the skeletons in the entire hall resonated together, transmitting the oracle!

Moonlight bathes this place, flowing across the land. Everywhere it touches, countless white bones and skulls rise from the ground in this vast palace complex, swaying and trembling. Some hold swords, others axes, while some gaze at the moon and howl.

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The White Bone Temple seems to be revived tonight.

This is a text.

And a long and majestic voice, spread under the moonlight, like rivers converging into the sea from the sacred temple.

"Declare!"

Outside the shrine, numerous dark figures almost immediately knelt down, not daring to raise their heads for a single moment.

In the time when frost hangs heavy in the sky, the master of the Bai Gu Shrine appears before the true God!

Look around at the "big worlds" in our surroundings.

The Netherworld Tomb has always been open and exposed, allowing anyone to enter and leave freely.

Yu Yuan has been fighting on the Xinye Continent for years, recently engaged in a stalemate on the Great Wall front.

The Underworld had long since been shattered, with various honored deities each attending to their own affairs and living in peace for eternity. Some minor deities amused themselves, playing the role of divine rulers behind closed doors. The Underworld was merely a transit point back to the primordial sea, not the end of death. In this age, it posed no significant threat to the human race.

The world of Heavenly Prison has established a lengthy battle line around the civilized basin. The Demon Clan's army's attack is extremely powerful, and the defense can be described as solid as gold. For the past two years, on the battlefield represented by Sorrowful Dragon Ferry, medium-intensity warfare has never ceased.

On the contrary, it was almost brought to peace by the vast sea—this world, which was carved out of the present reality, should be said to have ushered in an unprecedented period of tranquility.

The barrier of the Mystical Realm is sealed, the ancient Heavenly Road is severed, and the Eternal Sky Monument has been taken down... It seems as if all ailments have vanished, reborn anew. Throughout the entire Azure Sea, construction projects are underway everywhere!

East of the Yongning Sea, which was once ruled by Gao Ji, there is a sea area seven thousand four hundred li away, called "Wu Chang".

This is the place where the emperor Wu'an was buried to ensure a long life.

The renowned "Immortality Flying Armor" is the ultimate weapon of this realm, commanding respect from all directions.

The commander of the "Ephemeral Flying Armor," is known as the "Hunter King," a being called "Sorrowful Shark."

This True King was skilled in using poison, often able to kill his enemies unknowingly. He was responsible for the daily training of "Impermanent Flying Armor." When the Unwavering Imperial Master was away or in seclusion, he became the highest will in the Unchanging Sea.

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back on a giant clam shell, patrolling the vast sea territory under the rule of the Emperor Wuan.

Each time the giant clam's two shells open and close, it inhales massive amounts of seabed. A closer look reveals that it's not sand, but the decaying refuse of this entire marine area!

The originally murky and dirty seawater, after the giant clam swam through it, became noticeably clearer.

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This giant sea creature is called the "Carrion Clam". Looking like a tool specifically designed to clean up the marine environment, it's actually a unique war weapon exclusive to the Uncommon Sea and the origin of the name "Flying Armor".

It possesses immense carrying capacity, terrifying explosive power, and extremely strong defenses. As it feeds on decaying matter, it consumes no resources whatsoever. Amongst the excellent works of past sages, it is considered one of the highest-tier war behemoths.

>>>As always, the venerable Yu-Ai patrolled the boundless seas aboard his conch shell. During the reign of the 'Unchanging Flying Armor,' he was accustomed to handling matters personally. The previous Celestial Emperor had suffered heavy losses in the ancient Heavenly Road war. This time, the residual mark from before reignited the True Venerable, forcing him to once again use the power of 'Master Calamity.' He needed a period of time to recover. Now, the Unchanging Sea, especially at this crucial moment, required his utmost attention.<

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What is seen before one's eyes is flourishing and thriving.

As one of the most important seas currently in existence, the Unchanging Sea was not assigned an Eternal Sky Monument. This is not a slight from the Dragon King of the Vast Ocean, but rather an honor under disaster—because they can rebuild their home with their own strength.

In this tranquil sea in the far east, there's no danger beyond the boundless ocean. Even if humans break through the barrier of dimensions and reach the "Sea of Impermanence," it would take months or even years. The distance is simply too great, and there are too many dangerous areas along the way.

As the true king, he only needs to be wary of natural disasters that might shift. Find a way to solve them in advance, or warn the emperor.

Of course, those troublesome scoundrels in the sea also need to be taught a lesson from time to time. The entire construction and development of the ever-changing sea domain require him to keep things on track.

At a certain moment, the pangolin raised its head.

What he looked up to was not the overcast sky that foretold of a storm. It was his "Dao."

Before the emperor ascended to his throne, many years had passed. In the aftermath of the devastation wrought by the sea's wrath, he felt a stirring within him, yet remained unable to grasp its meaning.

And today, in the midst of things, it seemed as if the power of Heaven was beckoning him.

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Such heavenly power is absolutely true, it's not an illusion!

Is destiny in the hands of the sea tribe

The Human race has had two instances of Jiang Wang breaking free from the depths of the Heavenly Dao, while the Monster Race has Mi Zhi who dwells and swims within the depths of the Heavenly Dao. This is seemingly a path of great prosperity, one that only true powerhouses can tread upon.

When the spirit of a talented man is deeply impoverished, he cannot help but ascend to heaven.

He seemed to see, in the vast ocean of heaven, a supreme throne standing at its center. Its back was facing him, waiting for him to approach and crown him.

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A silvery moon reflected on the water, everything was peaceful.

He strode forward, his boots creating circles of ripples on the sea.

When he finally walked up to the pedestal, he was astonished to see that it was not empty at all.

There sat a Buddha.

His Buddha-like appearance is gone, he's just an old monk with a yellow face!

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