Chapter 282: The Divine Corpse Deep in the Netherworld! The Holy Light Dragon!

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

A strange, eerie howl rose up—it was the Yin Qi, vast as an ocean, bursting forth now that its restraints were gone.

Under the endless gushing of Yin Qi, heaven and earth were dyed pitch black, as though splashed with ink.

In an instant, the world lost its color, becoming a stretch of darkness, lightless.

What grew gloomy at the same time were the hearts of the crowd. Even though they had witnessed it several times, every appearance of that mysterious existence still struck them with shock anew.

"Boom!"

The next instant, a crimson flash of lightning abruptly streaked across the dark clouds above the heavens, illuminating the world.

In that fleeting moment, through the dim, shifting shadows, a great figure slowly emerged from the chaos.

In an instant, the Yin Qi grew even denser.

Baichuan's eyes went wide, his pupils contracting sharply, full of astonishment, because—

The figure that had appeared was no living being!

It was a "corpse"!!!

A mysterious corpse, its features blurred, silently slumbering within the chaos!!!

It was incomparably vast, its entire body lying within the chaos like an ancient, massive mountain range. Endless chains stretched out from its form, linking toward the distant horizon.

Baichuan knew clearly that the other ends of those chains were connected to the countless powerful beings imprisoned here whom he had seen upon his arrival.

The endless Yin Qi was precisely the power seeping out from the places on its body where the chains extended!

In an instant, countless guesses flashed through his mind.

This Yin Qi was the power leaking uncontrollably from within its body.

Perhaps because of the energy constantly seeping from within it, it sensed danger, and so under the threat of life and death, it let out a murmuring call to lure other powerful beings here.

Once it drew them in, it used the chains upon itself to pierce through and imprison them here, replenishing the power it had lost...

At this moment, this mysterious "divine corpse" seemed to have sensed a strange, unrestrained presence—or perhaps felt a powerful energy—and so—

"Clatter clatter..."

A crisp sound abruptly rose.

It was the sound of those mysterious chains, each one as agile as a swimming dragon, rubbing against each other as they rose.

"Senior, be careful!"

"Fellow Daoist, quick—"

The instant that sound was heard, Ao Qing, who had suddenly thought of something, cried out in alarm; several other imprisoned fellow Daoists cried out at the same time.

But it was too late.

"Clang!"

The next instant, the shattered earth trembled, and a piercing explosion rang out.

In an instant, Baichuan froze as though struck by lightning.

But the next second, as a great number of his Light Points turned ash-gray and dispersed in death, he understood—this was no ordinary sound, but an attack that acted directly upon the level of the soul!

Because, in that instant, he felt an explosion like thunder, reverberating through his mind and spirit.

If not for the special nature of his own power—if Light Points were not a product born of the interplay between matter and will, able to let endless Light Points take the damage of body and spirit in his stead—he would have fallen into its trap.

He seemed to understand now why the powerful beings imprisoned here were so utterly despairing.

Why there were so few traces of battle here—it must be that the moment they arrived, they were seized by those countless chains, their souls shaken, falling into a daze, and then pierced through in a single strike.

So many True Lords and divine spirits had been caught by this move; clearly that inexplicable "explosion" must be extraordinary. One must remember that since discovering the strangeness of that murmuring voice, he had already set up layer upon layer of barriers to guard his mind and spirit.

Yet even so, that eerie explosion shattered them in an instant.

Thinking thus, the chains themselves must be extremely dangerous—otherwise those True Lords and divine spirits, in the very instant they were pierced through, would not have lost all will to resist, becoming fish upon another's chopping block. Otherwise, Ao Qing and the others would not have cried out in warning.

In that brief instant, as the razor-sharp tips of the chains spun toward his eyes, Baichuan, bolstered by a great number of Small Selves, analyzed the situation with lightning speed within a span of time like bullet-time.

Having understood the gravity of the situation, Baichuan naturally had no desire to personally experience the might of those mysterious chains.

He was seen to abruptly emit a burst of golden light from his entire body, which then instantly exploded into countless motes of light and vanished.

The next instant, he appeared several hundred meters away.

This was another application of 【Energization】—transforming himself into energy to leap away from his original spot, thereby dodging the incoming attack.

"Boom boom boom..."

Explosions rang out one after another.

Those were all the sounds of chains that had missed their target piercing into the earth.

In an instant, the already shattered earth once more suffered a force it could not bear.

"What!"

"Impossible! H-he, how could he possibly have dodged that attack? How could he dodge it?!"

"I don't believe it!!"

Baichuan's unusual reaction, and his subsequent dodge, caused countless True Lords and divine spirits—those who had wanted to drag him down with them—to cry out in shock.

Having already despaired, what they now most wished to see was for other fellow Daoists to suffer the same fate as them, but the current situation only brought them disappointment.

Baichuan merely glanced over lightly, then paid no further attention to those Mazha hopping about after the autumn harvest.

Since the enemy had already delivered a gift, how could he, Baichuan, be discourteous and offer no response?

Watching the chains rise anew, and even more chains rising, Baichuan murmured to himself.

"Slash!"

The next moment, the spiritual light on the true dragon blazed violently. It suddenly took flight and gave a low shout.

In an instant, countless claw shadows were flung from the true dragon's Dragon Claw, then swelled with the wind in midair, transforming into heaven-shaking claw shadows that clawed forth.

Bang bang bang!!!

A violent explosion rang out, and countless chains were sent flying, slamming into the ground.

Yet not a single one showed any damage.

Is the material extremely hard? Or can it absorb the power of spiritual energy?

Baichuan frowned as he watched the chain-spear rise once more, judging inwardly.

The next moment, he thought for a moment, then pressed one claw straight down onto the ground, and suddenly grabbed.

In an instant, a shocking scene appeared.

Amid a tremendous roar, a streak of spiritual light swept across the earth, and the ground was directly torn open by the true dragon, who ripped up a massive chunk.

"Ha—"

Feeling the heavy weight in his claw, even Baichuan had no choice but to get serious. As the muscles across his entire body bulged with a burst of power, a terrifying cold intent slowly flowed out from the tip of his claw. Then, a chunk of earth frozen into an ice spike, countless times larger than Baichuan's own body, was pulled out, and Baichuan hurled it violently.

Whoosh—!

The terrifying yin energy was directly stirred like a current of air, raising a terrifying sound of might.

The hard and sharp ice spike of earth hurtled toward the chains carrying a terrifying impact force.

"Clang clang…"

The massive ice spike collided directly with the mysterious chains, emitting a crisp, violent metallic ring.

With this strike, Baichuan finally saw tiny, relatively minuscule cracks appear on the chains.

But the next moment, under the endless yin energy, they directly healed and recovered.

Baichuan's gaze flashed. He had already understood: if this yin energy was not dealt with, these chains would never end.

On the contrary, he himself would slowly be drained of all his energy through these repeated attacks, because he not only had to defend against the eerie sound assailing his mind, but also constantly blast away the incoming chains—unless his energy exceeded all the yin energy the opponent possessed.

This was a war of attrition, to see who could endure longer.

But why should he fixate on the chains?

He smiled, looking toward the far end of the chains, where they were clearly connected to that mysterious "divine corpse." Of course, calling it a corpse wasn't quite right, because for an existence of that level, death was extremely difficult to achieve.

His intuition told him the other party definitely had not died!

Although he didn't know what had happened to the other party, he figured its condition probably wasn't much better either.

Since that was the case, why not add a little something extra for It?

Thinking this, Baichuan smiled.

Ever since coming to this world and discovering the existence of spiritual energy, it seemed he had not truly used his own power for a very long time.

Let this world witness his true power.

The might of the power of Light Point from another world!

His intuition told Baichuan that the divine corpse before him was very likely connected to the deepest secrets of the world.

In other words, the secrets of spiritual energy he sought—the other party's ability model very likely possessed them!

"Fellow Daoist Ao, this kinsman of yours is… is truly fearsome!"

At the same time, watching Baichuan battle the terrifying chains and directly rip out a massive chunk of earth to hurl, that fellow Daoist could not help but whisper in shock to Ao Qing.

Yet at this moment, Ao Qing was also wearing a stunned expression. How could he have known how truly powerful this mysteriously appearing elder kinsman of his actually was?

Even he had only met the other party once, and had guessed from the other's massive size that the other's power was incomparably great, but he hadn't expected it to be this great!

The mysterious chains in which countless True Lords and divine spirits had fallen—those eerie chains were being violently beaten down by the other party, and the eerie sounds ringing out time and again seemed to have no effect at all.

……

As Baichuan smiled, around the true dragon's massive body, faint specks of light abruptly appeared.

These specks of light appeared so suddenly, standing out so conspicuously in this nearly pitch-dark environment.

A few breaths later, these specks of light slowly spread outward with the true dragon at the center, transforming into a sea of Light Points.

The Light Points began silently lifting the true dragon's massive body.

At this moment, Baichuan closed his eyes, his expression solemn, his entire body radiating a sacred and pure aura, slowly rising into the air against the backdrop of the Light Points.

At this time, he was no longer the unremarkable black-scaled, star-flecked dragon. Embraced by an endless sea of light, he seemed to have transformed into the purest light dragon in all the world.

The dazzling white light completely illuminated this dark world. The endless Light Points surged like ocean waves, one surge of light after another, leaving not a trace of darkness anywhere except where the yin energy resided.

Before long, it even began contesting the vast yin energy for space.

At this moment, the chains could no longer exert the slightest power, because under the endless Light Points, no matter how strong the chains were, they could not move an inch. Coupled with the yin energy being pushed aside and receiving no further support, the mysterious chains showed signs of shattering for the first time, then crumbled into black soil as if rotting away.

"What is that?"

At this moment, a divine spirit whose face had been gloating froze, muttering to himself.

"What power is this?"

A Daoist said in shock.

"So… so beautiful…"

A cold and aloof female Sword Immortal who had not seen light for a long time stared blankly at this scene, a few tears sliding down her cheeks without her knowing when.

"The power of light! Could… could it be that my, my Lord has descended?!"

There was also a handsome divine spirit with wings on his back, tears streaming down his face as he cried out loudly. He believed that if he were not bound by the chains, he would have fallen to his knees in worship on the spot.

"Amitabha, how long has it been since we last saw light…"

There was also a kindly-faced old monk who murmured.

"Even the Pure White God is no more than this—what a holy incarnation!"

A charming woman said with a mixture of shame and admiration.

"This… is this Senior Bai's true form?"

Even Ao Qing, who could be considered the most familiar with Baichuan, was stunned. He stared blankly at this scene, saying in a hoarse voice that he could hardly believe.

The feeling was like guessing from a neighborly big brother's behavior that the other person might have gotten rich, only to discover that the person was actually the richest man alive—utterly absurd.

At this moment, the True Lord deities who had been imprisoned here by endless chains for who knew how many years were shaken.

How many years, how many years had it been since they last saw light?

In the deepest part of this Mingtu, there was only endless darkness, and the constant feeling of weakness in their bodies. The moment they could hold on no longer, they would in an instant turn into a pile of white bones, and the countless years of cultivation, the God Position and Dao Fruit they had obtained through untold hardship would all become another's wedding dress.

Within the endless sea of light, Baichuan, who had risen high into the air, slowly opened his now cold and emotionless eyes.

At this moment, everything around him was entirely under his control.

At this moment, he was exerting his full power. With the endless Light Points and Small Self dispersed, he had long since entered another realm through that terrifying computing power — a state of extreme rationality.

In this state, he would only consider how every action could be more beneficial to himself, and how to quickly destroy his targets.

"Crash, crash…"

Perhaps sensing the danger, the endless chains at this moment actually took it upon themselves to stop attacking. Instead, under a mysterious power, they slowly gathered together to form an iron net, crisscrossing as they guarded around the divine corpse, preparing to meet the terrifying attack that was to come.

Yet, beneath this magnificent heavenly might, how could It possibly withstand it?

The bane of yin energy is the power of utmost yang and utmost hardness!

And what powers in this world can be called the most utmost yang and utmost hard?

Baichuan was not sure, but he knew that the power of thunder and lightning was absolutely indispensable.

This was the thunder that represented the might of Heaven and Earth!

In the next instant, within the gentle sea of light, a streak of blue-white radiance began to shine — that was the radiance representing Baichuan's power of thunder and lightning.

This was a situation Baichuan had been considering since his days of weakness. In the past, his power of thunder and lightning was limited by his own tolerance for electricity, and could not be too strong.

But what if he could release the power of thunder and lightning away from his body?

With endless lightning Light Points linked together, how exaggerated would the destructive power of that electricity become? And what kind of spectacle would appear at that time?

At this moment, he was about to witness this scene.

……

(End of this chapter)