The White Bone Dao had been planning for decades, exhausting their efforts, and naturally, they had great ambitions.

What they sought was to open the passage to the Netherworld, allowing the White Bone Divine, slumbering at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, to return to the mortal realm and ascend to the present world!

The fog generated by heaven and earth was proof of this; it was the fog that isolated yin and yang, and this place would fall into the Netherworld.

When Ling He arrived at the Hall of Enlightenment, it had already collapsed.

Even if he was fortunate enough not to be disturbed by the White Bone Dao cultivators, his Zhou Tian realm cultivation was not enough to protect himself.

He couldn’t cope with this degree of disaster.

But he didn’t want to run.

At that moment, he heard a faint cry from within the collapsed Hall of Enlightenment.

He desperately dug away the bricks and tiles, lifting the collapsed beams.

Under the beams, a little boy was pinned, his voice hoarse from crying, his left leg probably broken.

Ling He picked him up and placed him on a relatively intact street.

Perhaps there were others, perhaps there were more children!

Thinking this, he plunged back into the Hall of Enlightenment.

Because he wasn’t sure if there were any surviving children or where they might be buried, he didn’t dare use his Taoist arts too carelessly, lest he cause further harm.

He mostly used his hands to move and dig, and only used Taoist arts to assist when he was sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Before long, his hands were covered in blood.

Fortunately, he rescued another child.

It was a girl with small braids, and although she was unconscious, she was still breathing.

Ling He carefully picked up the child and was about to move her to a safe place.

Rumble!

He suddenly turned around!

On the street where he had placed the little boy earlier, a new crack had opened in the ground!

Ling He, holding the child in his arms, rushed over as fast as he could, but could only watch helplessly as lava flowed at the edge of the crack.

Only a small splash was made where the little boy had fallen.

Ling He knelt on the ground.

Human power had its limits.

Even with his steadfast mind, he looked up at the sky and felt despair for a moment.

If someone could look down from the sky at this time.

The brown earth cracked, the red lava surged, houses collapsed, and humans fled…

And above all this, countless living souls surged like a tide.

That sky-covering sea of souls surged with countless unwilling lives.

Perhaps it was just a pancake vendor, or just a teaching master, or someone who had just been born, or a mother…

They had either never harmed anyone or never done anything bad.

Or they had done some petty theft, or they had quarreled with their neighbors.

Or they were a drunkard, or they were a kind person…

But all of them, all of them.

Regardless of good or evil, regardless of age.

They were all suddenly swallowed by disaster on this day.

Their bodies were gone, and their souls could not be preserved.

The abandoned Little Maple Town seemed to have become a bottomless abyss, accommodating everything and swallowing everything.

All the stories, glory, disgrace, love, and hatred of Maple Forest City.

Everything.

Seven miles east of Maple Forest City, a squad of city guardsmen ventured here.

Because of the ground fissures, the entire underground space was exposed. The faint light from those array patterns could not be concealed even by earth and stone.

“We found it! We found the source of the disaster! Hurry and report to the general!” The squad leader shouted.

He was immediately swallowed by the gushing underground lava.

His team members continued to run wildly, shouting, “The source is in the east of the city! The source is in the east of the city!”

“The source is in the east of the city!”

“In the east of the city!”

“East of the city!”

One by one, the city guardsmen died in the disaster, but this voice continued to be transmitted.

Passed down by word of mouth, everyone took over.

But they never waited for their general to deal with the source of the disaster.

The last city guardsman stumbled back to the army camp.

“General! General!” He shouted in a hoarse voice, “East of the city! In the east of the city!”

But he only saw a pile of broken armor, a mass of flesh, and a ruin.

That was the general’s armor, that was the general, that was their camp.

Their general had already died before them.

This staunch warrior collapsed at once.

“Ah!”

He jumped into the ground fissure.

It was not these disasters, not the terrifying enemies, not the difficult-to-defeat goals that made him collapse.

It was that everything they had done seemed to be meaningless.

Finally, the final moment arrived.

The Second Elder of the White Bone Dao, Lu Yan, used his Nether Eyes to communicate between the two realms, control living souls, and manipulate the Cycle of Life and Death Array.

The White Bone Envoy, Zhang Linchuan, stood silently by his side, protecting him.

Natural disasters and human calamities all carried tribulation energy.

Countless living souls and ample tribulation energy all gathered at the original site of Little Maple Town.

This place had long been anchored by the will of the White Bone Divine.

The shadow from the Netherworld began to shroud the mortal realm from here.

At this moment, a serene figure walked slowly.

Stepping over corpses, stepping over ruins, walking through ground fissures, walking through places where blood flowed.

There was no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

He was Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang family.

Because he had always lived in seclusion, even Zhang Linchuan didn’t recognize him very well.

His cultivation didn’t seem very strong, but living souls avoided him, and tribulation energy evaded him.

Neither the Second Elder of the White Bone Dao nor the White Bone Envoy spoke. Because they both realized something.

Wang Changji walked slowly, without looking back once, without shifting his gaze in the slightest.

His steps were visually slow, but he reached Little Maple Town very quickly.

This was an almost contradictory feeling, making the viewer almost want to vomit blood.

Only Lu Yan could see most clearly that every step he took was on the intersection of the yin and yang realms.

That was not a straight line, nor did it indicate a plane or a solid; the intersection of the two realms was not within the meaning of reality.

A mirror seemingly made of ground white bones hung in front of Lu Yan. The mirror surface changed constantly, tracking Wang Changji’s figure.

If it weren’t for being in the Cycle of Life and Death Array, even if this bone mirror was very precious, it wouldn’t be able to do such a thing.

Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.

Wang Changji finally reached the original site of Little Maple Town.

At this time, Little Maple Town was only a chaotic darkness. Even the ruins no longer existed.

He stood outside the darkness and reached into the “darkness.”

He pulled his hand out.

From the darkness, he pulled out a small cauldron cast from white bones.

A powerful and terrifying existence “handed” this small cauldron over from the depths of the Netherworld.

And Wang Changji completed the handover.

He threw the cauldron into the sky!

The small white bone cauldron spun around, growing in the wind.

In an instant, it returned to its full form.

It was as tall as a person and as big as three people could hug. The ears of the cauldron were two hand bones, and the body of the cauldron was embossed with ancient pictures.

It made people want to investigate deeply, but no matter what, they couldn’t see it clearly.

When the small white bone cauldron appeared, all the living souls and tribulation energy were boiling, making strange whistles like boiling water.

When the small white bone cauldron became a large cauldron, those living souls and tribulation energy instantly poured in, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon sucking water.

And those resentments, unwillingness, fear… the negative emotions floating in the entire Maple Forest City were grabbed by Wang Changji, like grabbing a long snake, the snake’s head was already stuffed under the cauldron, and the snake’s body was still moving forward.

These negative emotions were burned under the white bone cauldron, becoming the best firewood.

And Wang Changji stood beside the white bone cauldron, and his whole aura soared.

His skin completely turned pale, but within this paleness, it faintly emitted a holy, divine light.

This was the highest pursuit in the White Bone Dao scripture, the White Bone Sacred Body that only existed in records.

And Wang Changji was the true White Bone Dao Child, the awakened White Bone Dao Child!

In the past, present, and future.

He was the absolute core and inevitable Holy Lord of the White Bone Dao.