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The mist generated by the heavens and earth is the evidence, it is the mist that separates yin and yang, and this place will fall into the Netherworld.

...

When Linghe arrived at Mingde Hall, it had already collapsed.

Even if he was lucky enough not to be disturbed by the Bone Path cultivators, his cultivation in the Circulating Realm was not enough to protect himself.

This level of disaster is not something he can deal with.

But he didn\'t want to run away.

At this moment, he heard a faint cry from within the collapsed Mingde Hall.

Ignoring everything, he dug through the bricks and tiles, lifting the collapsed beams.

Under the beam, there was a little boy who had been crying so much that his voice was hoarse, and his left leg seemed to be broken.

Linghe picked him up and placed him on the relatively intact street.

Perhaps there are still people, perhaps there are still children!

He thought this way and rushed back into Mingde Hall.

Because he was not sure if there were any surviving children, and where they might be buried, he dared not use his techniques too casually, for fear of causing secondary harm.

In most places, he could only use his hands to move and dig. Only when he was sure that he wouldn\'t hurt anyone, would he use his techniques to assist.

Before long, his hands were covered in blood.

Fortunately, he rescued another child.

It was a girl with two braided ponytails. Although she had fainted, she was still breathing.

Linghe carefully picked up the girl, intending to move her to a safe place.

Boom!

He suddenly turned around!

A new crack appeared in the street where he had placed the little boy before!

Linghe rushed towards it with the child in his arms at the fastest speed, but could only watch as the magma flowed beside the crack.

Where the little boy fell, only a small splash was raised.

Linghe knelt down on the ground.

When human power reaches its limit.

Even someone as strong-willed as him, at this moment, looked up at the sky and felt despair.

...

If someone could overlook from high above at this moment.

The brown earth cracked, red magma surged, houses collapsed, and humans fled...

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

The sky-blocking sea of souls surged with countless unwilling lives.

Perhaps they were just a vendor selling cakes, or just a teacher, or just born not long ago, or a mother...

They may have never harmed anyone, never done anything wrong.

Or maybe they did some petty theft or had disputes with their neighbors.

Or they were alcoholics, or good people...

But all of them, all of them.

Regardless of good or evil, regardless of age.

Suddenly, on this day, they were all swallowed by disaster.

No bones remained, and souls could not be preserved.

The abandoned Xiaolin Town seemed to have turned into an endless abyss, containing everything and devouring everything.

All the stories, honors, loves, and hatreds of the Fenglin City region.

Everything.

...

Seven miles east of Fenglin City, a team of city guards ventured here.

Due to the cracks in the ground, the entire underground space was exposed to their sight. The faint light emitted by the formations could not be concealed even by the soil and rocks.

"We found it! We found the source of the disaster! Hurry and report to the general!" The leader of the team shouted.

Then he was engulfed by the gushing underground magma.

But his subordinates continued to run out, shouting, "The source of the disaster is in the east of the city! The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"In the east of the city!"

"East of the city!"

One by one, the city guards died in the disaster, but the voice continued to spread.

Word of mouth, everyone relayed the message.

But they never waited for their commander to come and deal with the source of the disaster.

The last city guard stumbled and rushed back to the military camp.

"General! General!" he shouted hoarsely, "It\'s in the east of the city! It\'s in the east of the city!"

But all he saw was a pile of broken armor, a mass of flesh and blood, and a ruin.

That was the general\'s armor, that was the general, that was their military camp.

Their general had long died before them.

This iron-willed soldier suddenly collapsed.

"Ah!"

He jumped into the crack.

What made him collapse was not the disaster, not the terrifying enemy, not the difficult goal to overcome.

It was everything they had done, seemingly all meaningless.

...

Finally, it came to the final moment.

Luo Yan, the second elder of the Bone Path, used his Nether Eyes to communicate between the two realms, controlling the living souls and manipulating the Lifeless Formation.

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

Natural disasters and man-made calamities all have their own ominous aura.

Countless living souls and abundant ominous aura gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

This place had long been anchored by the will of the Bone Respected God.

The shadows from the Netherworld, originating from here, began to envelop the mortal realm.

At this moment, a calm figure slowly walked forward.

Stepping over the corpses, stepping over the ruins, crossing the cracks, walking through the places where blood flowed.

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

He was Wang Changji, perhaps the last surviving member of the Wang clan.

Due to his long isolation from the clan, even Zhang Linchuan didn\'t know him well.

His cultivation didn\'t seem to be very strong, but the living souls moved around him, and the ominous aura avoided him.

Both the second elder of the Bone Path and the Bone Envoy remained silent. Because they both realized what was happening.

Wang Changji walked slowly, without looking back or shifting his gaze.

His steps seemed slow visually, but he quickly arrived at Xiaolin Town.

This was a contradictory feeling that almost made the onlookers nauseous.

Only Luo Yan could see it clearly. Every step he took was on the intersection of the two realms.

It was not a straight line, nor did it indicate a plane or a solid. The intersection of the two realms was not in the sense of reality.

A bone mirror seemingly made of bone material appeared in front of Luo Yan. The mirror surface kept changing, tracking Wang Changji\'s figure.

If it weren\'t for being in the Lifeless Formation, even if this bone mirror was very precious, it wouldn\'t be able to do such a thing.Under the watchful eyes of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan,

Wang Changji finally arrived at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

At this point, Xiaolin Town was nothing more than a mass of chaotic darkness, even the ruins no longer existed.

He stood outside the darkness, reaching his hand into the "darkness".

He withdrew his hand.

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

A powerful and terrifying entity, from the depths of the underworld, "handed" this small cauldron over.

And Wang Changji completed the handover.

He tossed the cauldron into the sky!

The bone cauldron spun around, growing larger with the wind.

In a moment, it returned to its full size.

It was as tall as a person and as big as three people could embrace. The handles of the cauldron were two hand bones, and the body of the cauldron was engraved with some ancient images.

It made people want to delve deeper, but no matter what, they couldn\'t see it clearly.

When the bone cauldron appeared, all the living souls and tribulation energy had already boiled, like boiling water, emitting strange howls.

When the bone cauldron turned into a large cauldron, those living souls and tribulation energy surged in instantly, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon sucking water.

And those resentments, unwillingness, fear... negative emotions that were floating around the entire Maple City area, were grabbed by Wang Changji, like grabbing a long snake, the head of the snake had already been stuffed under the cauldron, and the body of the snake was still moving forward.

These negative emotions, burned under the bone cauldron, became the best firewood.

And Wang Changji stood next to the bone cauldron, his momentum skyrocketing.

His skin had completely turned a ghastly white, but within this whiteness, a faintly holy divine light was emitted.

This was the highest pursuit in the Bone Dao Canon, the Bone Holy Body that only existed in records.

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

In the past, present, and future.

He is the absolute core of the Bone Dao, the inevitable Holy Master.