Chapter 580: Manifested Sage

Before the so‑called vital energy gradually recovers, the story of the late‑Han Three Kingdoms is also a household‑famous ancient tale in Ri Ben, and Bai Lang is certainly one of the brightest stars in that legend. Whether in novels or official histories, his and Lu Bu's martial skills are highly praised; the two were regarded as a peerless pair in the early days, and later people thought Lu Bu indulged in wine and women and was considerably older than Bai Lang, so in a final exquisitely beautiful, spectacular battle he died at Bai Lang's hand, which also sealed his reputation.

Is not the finest way for a warrior to die just like this—falling in a perfectly matched, extraordinarily magnificent duel? For ages we have no idea how many Han generals and the Japanese Sengoku heroes who spread the tales have envied Lu Bu's such a heroic death—"No regrets in life!" "Since ancient times great generals are like beauties; the world will not allow them to see white hair!" Yet Bai Lang's "death" is the lament of unfulfilled heroic ambition sung through the ages.

Such a great general dying of illness while the world was still unsettled and the Han dynasty was in decline is truly a cause for lament—indeed, heroes of the late‑Han Three Kingdoms were almost all like this, from Bai Lang to Tai Shi Ci, from CaoCao to LiuBei, and then Zhuge Kongming; none of them passed away without the world unified, their lofty ambitions unfulfilled, which is perhaps one reason the legend of the late‑Han Three Kingdoms has been sung for a thousand years.

When Bai Lang's tomb was discovered, the people of mainland China naturally placed great importance on it—among the late‑Han warlords, Emperor Zhao Lie and Lord Zhongwu's tombs have enjoyed incense for a thousand years, while the tombs of CaoCao and Bai Lang have never been found by later generations; most of the other late‑Han warlords' tombs have already vanished... Yet the Japanese are no less enthusiastic than the mainlanders.

NHK immediately dispatched a documentary crew, almost filming the excavation in sync with CCTV, and it was even the only foreign media allowed into the tomb—who makes NHK always the "Japanese‑Chinese‑Taiwanese"… Of course they captured the legendary weapon that weighs 37 kilograms.

This reignited the Three Kingdoms craze; indeed the foremost general of the era could wield the heavy weapon recorded in the histories, a level that surpasses human limits. Now this long spear is exhibited together with other renowned Three Kingdoms artifacts; even though evil forces run rampant in Ri Ben today and the atmosphere is poor, crowds still flock to see the display.

The exhibition is also held in the National Museum, guarded inside by mainland troops, while Japanese police riot units are deployed outside. Visitor flow is restricted, queues last nearly three hours, and one can see it for less than ten seconds... At night, under the watch of Japanese authorities—that is, some high monks, onmyoji and priests—of course they can only stand at the perimeter.

The Yunshui spear roared like a tiger's bellow, and everyone agreed it was the same tiger roar as when Bai Lang White Yuzhu shattered a formation years ago; the long spear merely recreates its former master's might. The spear lifted into the air—by then it had been taken to an extremely dangerous harbor city, and the oddities emerging from the sea were already closing in on Dong Jing Du...

The spear fell like a meteor, while miles away... Bai Lang leaned against a car, watching the sky, and smiled, "Give it your all!" He pretended to grip a weapon with both hands, then slapped his palms together, "Whoa!"

The meteor‑like spear abruptly halted, a situation never seen before; officials from the mainland immediately broke into a sweat—if anything went wrong with this national treasure, they would be executed within thirty minutes without a second glance.

The spear slowly unfolded, and a silhouette emerged from the void, wavering in and out... then fully materialized, a figure as if alive—riding a teal armored warhorse, clad in fish‑scale armor, wearing a white tiger eight‑faced helmet, with a white arrow‑deflecting cloak behind, the person's face hidden by the helmet, only a massive, iron‑wire‑like beard bursting from beneath the helmet was visible.

The rider held the long spear aloft; a terrifying killing aura stunned the surroundings, and the foul, crawling aquatic fish instantly turned to light mist, which then vanished as if erased. Everyone's legs went weak as if about to collapse; some had already slumped to the ground.

The foremost general of the late‑Han Three Kingdoms, Bai Lang White Yuzhu, makes a grand entrance; he urges his horse forward slowly, and as it moves another illusion overlays it, like a massive white tiger advancing. "The White Tiger Star Lord descends to the mortal realm…" someone murmurs. The warhorse accelerates, Bai Lang drives it toward the sea, the spear swivels backward, and the peerless general appears to be gathering power.

"Hmph!" a contemptuous snort sounded, and the spear thrust forward from behind, drawing an arc of light that cleaved the sea in one strike. The general then vanished, leaving only the spear soaring back to hang on the weapon rack. The sea of Tokyo Bay split in two, the dividing line extending beyond sight. The dark clouds above the sky also split in two and quickly dissipated.

When the sea waters reconverged, the sound shook the heavens, and skeletons flew out of the sea one after another—human, fish, and even bizarre, shapeless skeletons piled on the shore into a towering pyramid... The sky cleared, the strange land vanished completely, and only the pyramid built of skeletons testified that such a thing had once existed here.

"Build capital observatories to flaunt martial prowess..." the leading historian shouted enthusiastically, "Sure enough it is Bai Lang White Yuzhu, who once roamed the You region and marched straight to the northern deserts, slaying tens of thousands of Qiang, Xiongnu, Xianbei and other Hu peoples; he built thirty‑six capital observatories, some of which still remain today..." He was referring to the late‑Han capital observatory ruins discovered in Inner Mongolia, Mongolia, Liaoning and other regions.

Bai Lang roared with laughter across the North American continent, "That's all? Truly excessive, truly excessive. It's just a pathetic clown unable to land a hit." Indeed, a more hot‑blooded late‑Han woman might also be able to crush most of the bizarre lands...

He is now at the US‑Canada border, where endless conifer forests stretch and the mountains harbor the Native Americans' "monsters." The beings that once terrified the indigenous people at night, keeping them awake, are now being gradually made to disappear for the white invaders who seized their lands...

There floated in the air, almost motionless, a torso‑less skeleton— a skeleton wearing various antlers, its body gaunt and decayed like a corpse, draped in leaf‑tattered clothing and bark as a towering monster; also a lanky, tree‑like creature, its limbs long and thin, clad in a filthy black suit and black top hat, its face completely obscured.

On this land, such monsters are slowly increasing; driving along these roads, one sometimes sees dilapidated, rotting houses in the wilderness or forests... "If it were someone else, they'd probably drive by unknowingly, and another wilderness disappearance case would occur," Bai Lang muttered, enjoying the wild wind while driving.