Chapter 71: White Bone Resurrection Realized?

Defying heaven to change fate, bringing the dead back to life — surely that must consume an enormous amount.

The woman's eyes were also a little wet, she sighed and said, 'Hu Xiaocao, we owe the Mountain God a life.'

No matter what the Mountain God's true form actually is, at this moment, in the woman's heart, its image became immeasurably tall.

Immediately, they set up a spirit tablet for Ye Qin at home.

The mother and daughter kowtowed together in worship.

Hu Xiaocao didn't know that Ye Qin hadn't died; because he had grasped the Great Dao at the brink of death and entered the Third Realm.

His lifespan had been extended, but because he was still deep in meditation and not yet fully awake, his physical body appeared dead.

Or rather, 'false death' would be more appropriate.

Ye Qin's single breath changed the point at which the woman was destined to die.

At the same time, as he entered the Third Realm, his fate also turned toward another turning point.

Inside the chaotic meditative space, it felt as if a day had passed, yet also as if a century had elapsed; the flow of time seemed merely a simple number.

Time gathers and scatters; life and death revolve.

Originally filled with deathly energy, now it is brimming with vitality.

More precisely, all that deathly energy had been successfully transformed.

Ye Qin's soul seemed to have been brought to the cosmic void, where there was nothing but a single darkness devouring everything.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint white light became visible ahead, and in the darkness a voice seemed to be calling his name.

Ye Qin stared intently; that cluster of white light turned out to be a vast white bone that blotted out the sky, and what he saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

The white bone occupied the whole of heaven and earth, like a creator, giving rise to all things.

Its left eye was yin, its right eye yang; sensing something, it turned its gaze toward the direction where Ye Qin was.

As they gazed at each other, Ye Qin saw his own life from a bystander's perspective, experiencing it once again.

Such a colossal being should have inspired countless fears, yet Ye Qin felt an inexplicable closeness.

The white bone's left hand grasped heaven, its right hand held earth; in this space it was the supreme existence.

Yet now it slowly lowered its head toward Ye Qin, as if paying homage to something; although it had no eyeballs, it could still feel fervent emotion from its eye sockets.

No one could witness such a magnificent, shocking scene.

Ye Qin felt the emotions transmitted by the white bone, as if standing before him was a real person.

Although its joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures were not yet complete, faint traces of them had already formed.

Beneath the dark sky, countless stars sparkled, the stars forming a sea; a bright moon rose slowly, leaving its imprint behind the white bone like a huge silver disc.

Although the white bone had no flesh and blood, at this moment the stars filled its interior, silver radiance covered it, and the white bones suddenly burst forth with countless rays of light.

From afar it looked utterly holy, almost no different from a divine palace in the heavens.

Anyone who saw it would never associate the white bone with evil or malevolent things.

In Ye Qin's eyes, a faint trace of a moon halo also gradually appeared, larger than before and brighter.

A cool sensation came from his pupils, as if it could strike straight to his heart, making his mind extraordinarily clear.

Around the white bone there was also a mysterious gas, drifting between heaven and earth, seeming to be there and not, gathering and dispersing unpredictably.

This gave the white bone an additional layer of mystery.

Though it seemed within reach, it was actually far beyond the horizon—truly mysterious to the utmost.

Bathed in this gas, the white bone became even more extraordinary, like a divine object seated on the clouds above the nine heavens, looking down upon all beings.

These things represent Ye Qin's different realms.

In free contemplation, the white bone represents Ye Qin's origin contemplation object—the White Bone Contemplation.

Through tempering the body with creation, Ye Qin contemplates the yin, refines the origin, thus feeding himself, forming a virtuous cycle, thereby obtaining the Illusion Divine Ability.

Heaven and earth refine qi; inhaling primordial qi extends lifespan, and the origin contemplation object once again brims with vitality.

And in reality, the formerly dim scales regained a gleam, starting from the snake's tail and continuously spreading upward.

A complete snake slough appeared before his eyes.

The newly grown scales recovered their original dark-green interwoven luster, like rippling light spreading gently.

It seemed as if all the grime had been wiped away, looking completely renewed, spotless to the utmost—even brighter than the original snake scales.

In a haze, a normal‑sized white skeleton also appeared beside Ye Qin.

First the finger bones, then the whole joints, and finally an entire arm coalesced into shape.

But this white bone cannot be seen with the naked eye, for it exists only in contemplation; in other words, only the mental level can faintly sense it.

Its figure became solid, hardly different from a real person; know that before this, Ye Qin's lifespan was ending, and the origin white bone was also affected, its bones turning dim and lusterless.

But now, upon renewed contemplation and infusion of vitality, it even looks stronger than before.

In the illusion, the white bone sat cross‑legged; its left eye socket, dark and hollow, seemed to have light flowing through it, and a silver moon flew out from the eye and landed above.

Although this moon was also small, its realism made it look almost no different from the moon in the heavens.

Soft moonlight shone over the mountains, gradually merging with the moonlight on the ground.

The bright moon illuminated the white bone, its moonlight flowing, as if forming a world of its own.

Then, a shadow gradually appeared on the ground.

It was a shadow; looking closely, it took the shape of a person, lifelike!

As if a transparent person were sitting here, casting a shadow!

The white bone actually had a shadow!

You should know that before this, such a phenomenon had never occurred.

The white bone is a contemplation object; even if it looks incredibly real, it is still illusory and invisible to the naked eye—only the mind can perceive it.

But now it actually possesses its own shadow.

And it was placed into the real world, visible to the naked eye!

Although the white bone cannot be seen, its bone shadow can be seen!

Could it be that the Origin Contemplation Object can also become real in the future?

Ye Qin felt extraordinarily strange, not knowing whether the white bone had undergone a change or because of this strange moon above his head.

The white bone and bright moon intertwined, and a faint stream of gas could be seen slowly rising, as if it had gained life, wandering around Ye Qin.

The scene before his eyes was wonderfully extreme, indescribable in words.

Just as the moon reached its zenith, the white bone sat cross-legged, its gaze falling upon Ye Qin, hands clasped together in utmost devotion.

Within the silver moon, countless golden substances surged forth, thread by thread, like gold powder pouring down, all flowing into Ye Qin's body.

Like a Milky Way, they gathered within.

A tremendous vitality burst forth from it, centered on Ye Qin, rapidly spreading outward in all directions, with invisible ripples surging.

Even the surrounding grass was bent considerably, yet soon they swayed their stalks, shooting up tall as if injected with hormones, growing nonstop.

Originally just a flower bud, a wildflower not yet blooming also blossomed at this moment, its wide petals stretching out fully, sending waves of faint fragrance.

Blue and green intermingled, utterly beautiful to the extreme and dreamlike to the utmost.

The closer the plants were to Ye Qin's surroundings, the more luxuriantly they grew, and their branches all leaned toward him, as if welcoming something.

All vitality gathered together, nourishing Ye Qin's body, with firefly-like light drifting within, like a Milky Way undulating.

(End of chapter)