That was darkness, a profound darkness that would drive any living being to despair.

But within this darkness, images arose within her heart.

They were memories of the past, of everything she had once experienced.

Like strands of light in the darkness.

In the boundless, seemingly endless torment, these fleeting glimmers were the strength that supported her, like being locked in a deep, sunless well, where, looking up, she could only see fragments of light streaming down through the cracks.

This was the meaning of everything.

It was their first meeting on West Lake.

It was the sweet, mutual support of their newlywed life.

It was her husband practicing medicine while she managed the household with composure, it was the anticipation of the future.

Perhaps they could really live their lives in this Jiangnan…

Until that day when she returned to find her husband gone and the clinic in disarray.

And then…

They would never see each other again.

It was as if waking suddenly from a dream.

The pain buried in the past surged into her heart all at once, and she raised her head and let out a long cry that surpassed anything a snake should be capable of. The white snake lunged towards the sky, its eyes faintly tinged with gold, and then the entire world instantly darkened.

Layers of clouds churned and fell, while just sixty miles away, the weather remained clear.

Changing the weather patterns within a sixty-mile radius with a single breath.

The difference in talent between demons was clearly demonstrated by the white snake and Bo Long.

The increasingly low rumble of the wind startled the tourists present, while those who had come specifically seeking a so-called immortal destiny had a hint of excitement in their eyes. This place was so famous that anyone could instantly recall its corresponding legends and myths—

“Is that, Bai Niangzi?”

“What Bai Niangzi? You should call her Niangniang!”

“Is she really here?!”

“Bai Niangzi?!”

Accompanied by exclamations of surprise, in the increasingly oppressive weather in the sky, scales could faintly be seen. However, in Wei Yuan’s eyes, this was no longer simply the body of a white snake, or at least, it was not that simple.

After a thousand years, it transforms into a jiao (蛟, a mythical dragon-like creature). At this moment, this white snake had already accumulated two thousand years of cultivation.

Accompanied by a low, drawn-out cry.

The immense pressure almost uncontrollably dissipated, and the joy and excitement on everyone’s faces froze instantly, replaced by the instinctive panic and fear that arose. This fear almost dispelled the natural affinity that the image of Bai Suzhen, which had been constantly improved over the long years, had brought them.

This was a demon.

A great demon with two thousand years of cultivation!

The massive serpent body stretched out, almost completely encircling the entire Jinshan Mountain. The snake head, faintly visible in the clouds, filled people’s hearts with dread. This scene was clearly visible in the city just two miles away.

Or rather, the range affected by the white snake’s instinctive spellcasting at this moment almost enveloped the entire city.

The clouds gathered and lowered, and then the water vapor condensed, turning into a torrential rain.

The fissures of mountains and seas crisscrossed in the sky above Shenzhou, already tinging the sky above the steel city with different colors, with towering mountains and distant plains. And at this moment, the huge white snake loomed in and out of the clouds.

The magnificent, almost primordial, desolate, and beautiful impact left people speechless.

People in the city looked up in surprise.

The scenery looked naturally magnificent from afar, but those on Jinshan Temple only felt horror. That was the instinctive fear that humans had for such enormous creatures. And at this moment, accompanied by the sound of Zen chanting, a faint Buddha light emerged from Jinshan Temple, enveloping everyone and calming them down.

Yuanjue’s figure appeared in the void.

His left hand held a monk’s alms bowl, his right hand was raised in front of his chest, and he wore a string of prayer beads. The prayer beads slowly floated up, and the sound of chanting could be heard faintly. Then, the huge white snake slowly lowered its eyes in the clouds, staring at the monk.

A voice slowly descended: “…Fahai.”

“You’re still alive.”

Yuanjue sighed. Above his spiritual platform, the true spirit of Fahai from his previous life slowly circulated and appeared beside Yuanjue’s physical body. Past and present lives, he put his hands together and said, “Amitabha…”

The clear, cold female voice said:

“Are you here to continue the battle from a thousand years ago?”

The monk shook his head and said softly:

“This humble monk is here to settle the last karmic debt.”

“Words are useless.”

The white snake, like a dragon, roared and stirred the clouds in the sky, then attacked the monk. With two thousand years of cultivation, since it had not been transformed by Buddhism under Jinshan Temple, it meant that it had instead benefited from Buddhism. And in the process of using its own cultivation to manage the earth veins of the human world for a thousand years, wasn’t that equivalent to constant, arduous cultivation?

How could she forget the punishment of a thousand years?

The onlookers were already stunned.

Fahai? Bai Suzhen?

At this moment, there was a sense of illusion that legends had become reality.

The majestic clouds surged, dyeing the entire sky extremely high and distant, and then collapsed into rain. The huge snake body was hidden behind the clouds, looming in and out of sight, with faint lightning running through the clouds, flowing over the scales, and the rumbling sound was endless, shocking the heart.

On Jinshan Temple, Buddha light flowed, peaceful and serene.

The torrential rain and lightning beneath the clouds could not penetrate it at all.

Only the sound was loud and shocking, making people tremble in their hearts.

And at this time, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that, not to mention Yuanjue, even Bai Suzhen, who had been suppressed for a thousand years and was full of resentment, was actively avoiding the city when casting spells, and even the ordinary people of the Jinshan Temple monks, only attacking Yuanjue.

Even if the rain and lightning struck places that the Buddha light could not reach.

It would naturally flow away, never hurting anyone in the slightest.

Why was this?

Wei Yuan was surprised.

For a moment, he didn’t know where Bai Suzhen’s habits came from.

But no matter why, it was at least a good thing.

Wei Yuan put down his raised hand and looked around, seeing the horrified expressions on everyone’s faces, obviously shocked by this close-range battle. However, because most of the aftermath was blocked by the Buddha light, and the rest was controlled by the white snake, no one was hurt, which was almost considered a stroke of good fortune.

Those who came to seek immortal fate would have an easier time walking the path of water control or Buddhism in the future.

Wei Yuan muttered to himself, scanning his gaze.

The old monk who had been silently sweeping the fallen leaves under the old tree had disappeared at some point.

Only a pile of fallen leaves and a broom remained.

Wei Yuan recalled the appearance of the monk just now, lost in thought.

………………

What a dragon fight.

Even in the current human world, the top-notch great demon and the monk let go of their hands and feet.

Buddhist methods and great demon supernatural powers were all displayed, directly changing the color of the world. The people on Jinshan Temple, except for those who were too timid, held their breath and watched the fight nervously. Among them, a young man even took out the equipment he carried with trembling hands, took a deep breath, and aimed it at the fight in the sky.

This was an opportunity!

Liang Xingjian was a streamer, and a very clever one.

Knowing that he didn’t have much talent for cultivation, he simply took advantage of the current national cultivation craze and ran around, streaming in front of famous mountains, great rivers, and Taoist residences. Now, these streams related to legends and cultivation were far more popular than others.

He might not be able to cultivate much, but he could take advantage of this trend to make a fortune and live a good life.

Now, he seized the opportunity to film this scene and immediately broadcast it to the internet.

At first, it didn’t have much popularity, but soon, the changes in the sky near Jinshan Temple directly made it to the trending searches, and the popularity of the live broadcast rooms related to Jinshan Temple also rose sharply. People on the internet watched the huge serpent, almost a white dragon, stirring up clouds and rain, watching the Buddha light, even though they had seen many fights, they couldn’t help but be lost in thought.

And then they immediately realized that this was the white snake and Fahai from the Legend of the White Snake.

From top to bottom in Shenzhou, how many people didn’t know the Legend of the White Snake?

Liang Xingjian watched the constantly rising popularity of the live broadcast room, and the smile on his face gradually spread. But at this moment, he suddenly heard a low hum. The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room, which had been frantically discussing the white snake and Fahai, suddenly stopped, and then began to flood the screen.

‘Streamer, look behind you.’

‘Run, run, run!!!’

‘Back up, you’ve angered her!’

Liang Xingjian was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw the huge white snake suddenly break through the sea of clouds, a pair of golden pupils looking in his direction, its body stretching out, a huge, terrifying oppressive aura naturally falling, maxing out the fear of giant objects. Even those who were watching this scene through other devices subconsciously felt their scalps tingle and their hands tremble.

Liang Xingjian suffered an even greater impact. His heart almost stopped beating, he screamed, and subconsciously threw the equipment out, and then retreated on his hands and feet, his face pale. Wei Yuan retracted his gaze from the old tree, sat in his wheelchair, looked at the white snake in the sky that was huge enough to encircle a mountain, watched her golden eyes lock on him, and then roared like a dragon, suddenly breaking through the sea of clouds and lightning, and swooping down from the sky. 138 Reading Website

Its momentum was vast and majestic, ignoring the Buddha light.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and grabbed his weapon.

Because of Bai Suzhen’s previous restrained performance, he hesitated for a moment and didn’t use the Xingtian Axe.

Instead, he drew the Iron Eagle Sword in its scabbard, intending to block it.

After all, it was normal for ancient cultivators and creatures to dislike live broadcast equipment.

But the sword in Wei Yuan’s hand failed to strike.

And this battle did not break out.

The live broadcast equipment that fell on the ground faithfully filmed this scene, and then transmitted it in a somewhat blurred way. The wind howled, carrying lightning. The huge white snake, so large that it could encircle a mountain, suddenly dissipated as it approached the ground, its scales turned into a long skirt, and the white snake turned into a black-haired woman with a jade hairpin and golden eyes. Then she bowed to the young man in the wheelchair, her voice choked with emotion.

“This humble woman, Bai Suzhen, greets my benefactor…”

The barrage in the live broadcast room turned blank in an instant.

ps: Today’s third update… three thousand words

Scratching my head… I don’t know how long it will last… Asking for votes while I’m updating three times~