Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer

Chapter 624 - 623: Bai Suzhen Is Dead, I Returned Too Late! [Part 1]

"Even kill Mencius!"

At that moment on the battlefield, when the present Quasi-Saints saw Mencius, determined to protect the Cyan and White Snakes, some of them immediately began coveting the Saint’s Book.

Nine Nether Ao, with the Phoenix Blood Dragon Pattern Cauldron by his side, was the most arrogant and acted first, with the Ancient Cauldron pressing down like a galaxy, aiming at Mencius.

At the same time, the other Quasi-Saints also took action one after another.

Surrounded from all directions, heaven and earth.

Seeing the imminent flood of attacks, Mencius had to activate the Saint’s Book, and solemnly chanted, "Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles."

The immortal light of the Saint’s Book shone brightly, illuminating the eight directions.

Mencius and the Cyan and White Snakes vanished from their original position, reappearing in the star realms of the surrounding continents in a blink.

However, some Quasi-Saints had already anticipated his escape.

The three Dragon Race members from Great Qin roared dragons’ roar, summoning water from the sky, transforming into an iceberg to block Mencius’s path.

At the same time, a spear burst through the void, piercing Mencius’s chest.

"Choosing not to be a Sub-Saint of the Confucian School, but instead getting entangled with Daoism, Master Meng, you brought this upon yourself!"

The inscriptions on the Ancient Cauldron shone, shaking the universe, crashing down loudly.

Mencius, despite his injured body, urged the Saint’s Book to resist, but ultimately, the Saint’s Book was not a weapon for large-scale attack and defense.

A mighty sound echoed through heaven and earth.

The starry sky of the Twelve Heavens shattered.

The Saint’s Book, along with Mencius, was blasted away together.

Only when they fell to the Third Heaven did they barely stop, Master Meng, in his usual free and easy Confucian robes, no longer appeared calm, his body swayed, and fresh blood drenched his lapels.

"I’m sorry..."

Already on the brink of death, the Cyan Snake looked at Master Meng, who suffered a brutal attack for the sake of her and her sister, filled with guilt, but she was too weak to stand, even her voice became as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

And Bai Suzhen had long since ceased breathing.

Inside, the Cyan Snake felt bitterly despairing, she did not regret it, but still it was a pity she could never see him from those past days again...

"Go, just go.... don’t mind us anymore..."

This one sentence seemed to exhaust all of Cyan Snake’s strength, and she could no longer keep her eyelids open, her teary eyes weakly closed.

"Alas..."

Mencius sighed, looking around at the approaching Quasi-Saints, self-mockingly saying, "Even if I wanted to, I can’t leave now."

He took a deep breath, muttering softly, "Life, what I desire; Righteousness, what I desire too."

"Enough, enough."

"Though I meet my end today, confronting so many strong enemies doesn’t dishonor my reputation as a scholar."

Without fear, Mencius laughed heartily towards the sky, calmly accepting his fate.

The numerous Quasi-Saints, expressions cold, all took action, intending to slay this Sub-Saint of the Confucian School here.

Who would have thought, at this critical moment, the starry sky quaked, heaven and earth trembled.

Mighty waves surged, spanning the universe, appearing before Mencius and the two snakes.

This sudden turn of events.

Startled all the Quasi-Saints ready to strike; once they saw the slender figure above the waves.

Everyone.

Everyone present.

Including the observers hidden in the shadows, all involuntarily opened their mouths, eyes widening.

Even Mencius, who was ready to fall, his body shook, pupils contracted, revealing an incredulous look.

On the river waves, a long-lost slender figure came into everyone’s sight.

Yet he did not look at any of the Quasi-Saints present; he merely stared blankly at the Cyan Snake nearing death, and Bai Suzhen, who had already lost her life...

He walked slowly towards the great river, his entire being trembling, with each step, the void beneath his feet cracking.

"How could this be..."

"How could this be..."

Lin Heng bent down, trembling hands touching Bai Suzhen’s cheek, suddenly feeling immense sorrow welling up inside.

"Taixu Celestial Venerable, you have finally returned... but..."

Mencius’s eyes showed a mix of surprise and regret, momentarily unsure of what to say.

Lin Heng, back facing him, took a deep breath, enduring the pain, grasping the Cyan Snake’s hand.

An endless stream of blood energy, from her pale, jade-like hand, flowing into her broken body.

The Cyan Snake, already nearing collapse, at this moment, her eyelashes gently trembled.

She slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and upon seeing the figure beside her, was momentarily stupefied, tears welled up in her eyes, instinctively assuming it a near-death hallucination, could not help but smile bitterly, mumbling to herself, "Will he come back?"

The Cyan Snake closed her eyes again, letting tears fall down her cheeks.

Yet in the next second, she was embraced by the figure in front of her.

Lin Heng gently stroked her long hair, trying hard to control the trembling in his voice, saying, "It’s me, I’ve come back."

The Cyan Snake’s delicate body shuddered, eyes widening incredulously, breaking free from the embrace, carefully examining the face of the person in front of her. After a long while, everyone present heard the Cyan Snake’s cry.

"You’ve returned, you really have returned, you’ve finally come back..."

The Cyan Snake cried bitterly, hurling herself into Lin Heng’s arms, no longer showing the cool aloofness of the past.

At this moment, merely a fragile, helpless girl, clinging to the one man she could never let go of in her lifetime.

Lin Heng’s eyes also couldn’t help but fill with tears.

Only with separation, he realized how much he missed the Cyan Snake, Bai Suzhen, the Black Bear Spirit, those who never abandoned him.

And only truly seeing Bai Suzhen’s death.

Lin Heng realized, the inexorable bond he had long developed with them.

Yet ever since his ascension, having heavy responsibilities, surrounded by formidable enemies.

Always thinking of boosting his power, strengthening the Dao, neglecting matters of the heart.

Now, finally understanding the attachments he had buried deep inside.

"It’s all my fault, for coming back too late, coming back too late..." Lin Heng’s voice was sad, eyes red, his heart filled with self-reproach.

The Cyan Snake’s delicate body trembled, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Heng patted her back, after a long while slowly letting go, gazing deeply, saying, "Rest first, once I handle them, we will return to the Celestial Court together."

"Mm."

The tearful Cyan Snake, tried to wipe her tears, but the death of Bai Suzhen made it impossible to stop crying.

Lin Heng’s nose tingled, fighting back the sorrow, stood and said to Mencius, "Master Meng, please take care for a while."

Seeing Mencius nod, he then directed his cold gaze at the Quasi-Saints present.

Just a single glance, made all thirty Quasi-Saints there feel their spines go cold, hair standing on end.

Especially Nine Nether Ao.

It never imagined, this guy before them, actually had a day to return...

The Phoenix Blood Dragon Pattern Cauldron shone with immortal light, its tense gaze firmly locked on him, at this moment, probably only the Extreme Sacred Weapon could offer it a bit of security.

And the other Quasi-Saints, unconsciously huddled together, faces full of tension and disbelief.

"Thirty years ago, didn’t he die at the hands of East Buddha?"

"Why, is he appearing in the world today?!"