81 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Chapter 81 Just as White Fan reached out to touch the Vajra Bracelet, the enormous Green Python opened its mouth wide towards her, the putrid stench nearly causing her to faint. The spray of water from the snake's tail splashed onto White Fan's face, and her once porcelain-like skin began to reveal fine scales, as if scorched by flames. A sudden explosion of sensation erupted in her abdomen, her mind buzzing, blocking out any words the giant python behind her might have been saying. Writhing in pain on the ground, her body rapidly reverted to its true form, causing the talking python to suddenly fall silent. A massive white python, several meters long, was rolling on the ground. Unlike other pythons, its appearance was unique, with a broad, powerful jaw, sharp fangs lining its gums, and two bulges on its head. "Jiao Snake!" White Fan bared her fangs and roared furiously at the Green Python, striking it out of the Dragon Transformation Pool with her tail. She then clumsily crawled into the pool herself. She didn't understand why she was compelled to do this, only that she had no choice. Her body was undergoing an intense transformation, likely due to the Dao Enlightenment Fruit she had previously consumed. This transformation was excruciating, even more so than her previous foundational establishment. Her bones shifted, and orange blood seeped from beneath her white scales, staining the entire Dragon Transformation Pool. The snake spirit was dumbfounded, watching the scene, muttering, "This is dragon's blood." Rolling around in the pool, White Fan resembled a loach in a boiling pot of oil. The Dao Enlightenment Fruit within her finally dissolved completely into her bones and blood. The sounds of the Dao whizzed past her ears, but each time she tried to attune herself to them, a recurring phrase disrupted her, like a haunting nightmare. "Yesterday repeats today, an eon passes and we meet again." This phrase echoed incessantly, breaking her focus and hindering her from entering the Dao state. Enraged, she thrashed her tail, splashing orange blood everywhere. "Shut up!" Yet her roar had no effect. The phrase grew louder, almost hypnotically pulling at her soul, directing it towards someone else. The snake spirit, watching her frenzied state, was dumbfounded. White Fan’s eyes turned bloodshot, her originally golden irises now dyed crimson, exuding a threatening aura. Her vision blurred, and she vaguely saw a woman in pink standing before her, who appeared and lifted White Fan's enormous head in her hands, speaking softly, "Yan Heb, what's wrong? Why don't you recognize me anymore?" "Who are you?" White Fan felt only unfamiliarity, and she wasn’t called Yan Heb. "I am Mingzhu." "I don't know you." She turned her head, keeping her distance from the woman. "I have waited tens of thousands of years for you, sealing myself in the stone coffin for millennia. How can you not recognize me now? And why are you so weak now, are you severely injured?" Mingzhu stepped closer, attempting to embrace her. Baffled, White Fan shouted, "Stop! Don’t come any closer." "Yan Heb." "I'm not Yan Heb." "Yan Heb, I am Mingzhu." White Fan felt her vital energy churning, her transformation painfully stalling at this moment. "I told you, I’m not Yan Heb. How many times must I say it? My name is White Fan, not Yan Heb. You’ve got the wrong person." Mingzhu paused, seeing White Fan's agitation. She stood quietly in place, resembling a red peony. "I'm not mistaken. Only Yan Heb could break the seal, which others can't even see." "I'm not." White Fan knew who she was in her past life, and it had no connection to the woman before her, nor was she called Yan Heb. "Yan Heb." "Stop calling me so intimately! Don't you realize I'm a woman?" Mingzhu smiled, tilting her head to gaze at White Fan with squinted eyes. "No matter what you become, you're still Yan Heb." White Fan’s body couldn’t withstand any longer, her transformation reaching its peak. Thunderclouds suddenly gathered over the desolate Northern Continent, ominous and terrifying, prompting cultivators to poke their heads out of their burrows. "What’s happening?" "Is it going to rain in the Northern Continent?" "It hasn't rained here in millennia." Unbeknownst to them, the clouds constituted a tribulation for a cultivator defying natural order. At the peak of her foundational establishment, White Fan absorbed an enormous amount of spiritual energy, thanks to the spiritual stone milk surrounding the Dragon Transformation Pool, a major spiritual vein and the source of the Northern Continent's spirituality. Despite needing no spirit condensing pills, White Fan unexpectedly achieved the golden core stage here. Her sudden breakthrough marked a convergence of perfect conditions at a single moment. Just as she felt the unending flow of energy from her golden core, she sensed the oppressive thunderclouds overhead, even within the palace’s barrier. The accumulating clouds outside grew heavier. Since White Fan was within the barrier, the tribulation lightning couldn’t find its target, lingering over the Northern Continent. Upon entering the golden core stage, White Fan felt her entire being revitalized. The once gathered spiritual energy in her abdomen quickly condensed into a golden orb, hovering above her dreamland. Then, a once unyielding jiao core burst forth, its green aura colliding with the golden light. Amidst this upheaval, her freshly formed golden core was on the brink of being devoured by the jiao core. Blood sprayed from her mouth before she could react. "Yan Heb, what's wrong?" Mingzhu’s soul light form watched in shock as White Fan, despite her rising strength, suddenly vomited blood, her cultivation regressing rapidly. The snake spirit was equally astounded, unable to believe the transformation. The person who was becoming a demon was now unexpectedly a rare jiao snake and was in the process of transforming into a dragon in the Dragon Transformation Pool. These drastic changes took place instantly, leaving the snake spirit unprepared, as the cultivation surged and then plummeted like a roller coaster. White Fan's cultivation regressed, but her bodily transformation continued. Her snake belly’s two bulges pushed outward, forming bones and causing immense pain. The scalding hot spring water was continuously absorbed into her body, furthering her transformation. A dragon's roar echoed through the cave as her structure slowly morphed beyond a snake’s semblance. "Roar!" The snake spirit knelt, mumbling, "Dragon." With the roar, scales and bones continued to extend from the bumps on her snake belly, forming claws covered in rugged, beautiful scales, dangerous yet exquisite. Using the newly formed front limbs, White Fan lifted her upper body, her neck stretching upward. Water droplets trickled down from the spine’s protruding spikes. "Roar." Her agony-induced roars filled the palace, with everyone faintly hearing the dragon’s cry. “What’s going on?” “Sounds like some kind of roar.” “It sounds like a dragon’s roar.” “You must be hearing things. There aren't any dragons left in this world. Even Jiao Dragons are a rarity.” Several cultivators, having recently acquired Dao Enlightenment Fruits, were planning to leave when they heard the dragon’s roar from within the underground palace. Aside from the pain searing through her body, White Fan also faced the internal struggle of two cores devouring each other. Originally, White Fan's demon core was consumed by the Jiao core when she first shifted forms. It was assumed she’d never be able to form another demon core, but she unexpectedly embarked on the path of human cultivation. Now, forming her golden core again brought back the old issue. Previously, White Fan was a novice, barely understanding the use of a demon core. This time, however, despite the newly established golden core, her years of cultivation experience helped her stabilize the current situation. “Yan Heb, what’s happening to you?” White Fan was fortunate that her newly formed claws had no knees; otherwise, she would have collapsed to the ground. Mingzhu, the woman in pink, watched anxiously, her soul state leaving her powerless to assist. “The two cores are vying within me. My spiritual energy is depleting rapidly; if this continues, I fear I’ll be drained to death.” “What do you mean, two cores?” “One golden core, and one Jiao core.” Hearing this, Mingzhu stared at White Fan in shock, covering her mouth with her hands. “Oh my, how could this happen?” White Fan’s spiritual consciousness floated amid the fray, desperate to separate the two cores. However, the two seemed born enemies, engaged in an intense battle. No matter which side was injured, she felt the pain, her dantian being shattered and her meridians severely damaged. “What should I do?” White Fan’s cultivation had already plunged to the Qi Refining stage. Facing the tribulation outside, she feared she might be obliterated without a trace. --- Feeling chilled (╯﹏╰) Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or nourished me with nutrient solutions~ Thanks to the little angel who nourished [nutrient solution]: Hei Hu Hu 2 bottles; Thank you all for your support, I will keep working hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Homepage Desktop Version Bookshelf Novel Collection Popular Novels