Chapter 42 Blood Bacteria, Evil Sea, Devouring Heaven, Pathogen Evolution and Extinction Heart Sutra
Having witnessed the entire process of Dongfang Jingyun eliminating the Blood Iron Baron, Bai Zhe's heart was filled with complex emotions.
He admired Dongfang Jingyun's courage and spirit of sacrifice, but felt helpless about his stubbornness and "foolishness".
"This guy could have been a great tool, so why did he choose to go down this self-destructive path of no return?"
Bai Zhe sighed, and with a flash, appeared in front of Dongfang Jingyun.
"You have done well, Dongfang Jingyun," Bai Zhe said. "You have ended the tyranny of the Blood Iron Baron and saved the people of this land."
"Now, you are my hero. You should spread my teachings and let more people believe in me and worship me."
Despite Bai Zhe's praise, Dongfang Jingyun showed no excitement or joy.
He simply looked at Bai Zhe calmly and said indifferently, "Sorry, I refuse."
"I have my own things to do, and I cannot be your tool."
"Tools?" Bai Zhe frowned upon hearing this. "How can you say that? I'm giving you an opportunity, an opportunity to become a spokesperson for the gods! This is something so many people dream of!"
"I know," Dongfang Jingyun said, "but this is not what I want."
"What I want is to travel to every corner of the world, to listen to the voices of every suffering person, to feel every kind of pain, and to help everyone who needs help."
"This is the meaning of my existence."
"You..." Bai Zhe was speechless for a moment, angered by Dongfang Jingyun's words.
He hadn't expected this guy to be so stubborn and so "ungrateful."
"In that case, let's do it this way. I can give you your freedom to do whatever you want," Bai Zhe said. "But in exchange, you must work for me for fifty years."
"For the next fifty years, you must obey my commands, spread my faith, and expand my power."
"Fifty years from now, I will set you free. From then on, we will owe each other nothing."
What do you think?
After saying that, Bai Zhe waved his hand, and a powerful wave of meme pollution descended from the sky (referring to the information dimension), instantly enveloping Dongfang Jingyun.
"I didn't mean to discuss this with you. It's already merciful of me to grant you freedom fifty years from now."
"Hahaha, I've brainwashed every cell in your body and re-edited all your information structures. Let's see how you fight me now."
"Huh? What's going on?"
He originally intended to directly control Dongfang Jingyun's body and turn him into his puppet.
However, the moment he brainwashed all of Dongfang Jingyun's cells, he discovered that his power was completely unable to control the other's body.
"What...what's going on?" Bai Zhe was shocked. "You can actually resist my divine power? Just who are you?"
"I am just an ordinary person," Dongfang Jingyun said calmly, "an ordinary person who carries the suffering of all living beings on his shoulders and walks among people."
"No, you are not an ordinary person." Bai Zhe suddenly pulled out a folding fan from somewhere, shook his head and said, "So that's how it is. You have a special 'Dao' aura. This is something that only those who have truly found their own 'Dao' can possess."
"You are no longer a mortal in the sense of life. Now it is your Dao that supports you, Dongfang Jingyun. You have already… 'attained the Dao'."
"'Attaining the Dao'?" Dongfang Jingyun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. "Perhaps."
"But so what? Even if I attain enlightenment, I will not become your tool."
"You want to control me, to enslave me? That's wishful thinking."
"Your practice of forcibly controlling other people's bodies and distorting their will reminds me of the family I came from."
"They do the same thing, using the guise of 'for your own good' to arbitrarily manipulate the fate of every member of their tribe, turning them into mindless, soulless walking corpses."
"And they do admire you, how interesting is fate."
"Hmph, as far as I know, in this world, apart from Xinghuo Yongming, you and Wanbian Yuanguang, no one has walked their own path. Those gods, including myself, are for the time being nothing more than bloodsucking worms parasitizing the divine beings." Bai Zhe sneered, "But whether one has attained the Dao is only one factor in combat."
"Let's see who's truly capable. Come on, let me see just how much skill you, this so-called 'enlightened immortal,' this'saint,' really possess!"
Dongfang Jingyun paused for a moment, then spoke.
"That's fine. But we need to set rules before we start fighting."
Bai Zhe pondered for a second, then said thoughtfully, "That's true. How about this: if I win, you'll be mine. If you win, although that's impossible, I promise you'll be free. You can do whatever you want from now on, how about that?"
Dongfang Jingyun said, "It's a good suggestion, but I always repay kindness. If I win, I will remember that you gave me my hero status, and I owe you a favor."
Dongfang Jingyun stood quietly atop the mountain, the cold wind howling past, as if even heaven and earth were holding their breath for the upcoming duel.
Bai Zhe, on the other hand, chuckled softly. His laughter carried a hint of disdain, a touch of mockery, and above all, an overwhelming sense of arrogance and self-confidence.
"Dongfang Jingyun, you really think you can win?" Bai Zhe raised his hand, a faint green light swirling in his palm—a symbol of his control over the laws of life. His voice was soft, yet it resonated like a grand bell throughout the heavens and earth. "In this world of gods, I, Bai Zhe, am the creator god of life, one of the supreme deities, a being at the rule level, controlling and editing everything. Tell me, what do you have to fight me with? And how could I possibly lose?"
Dongfang Jingyun remained expressionless, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss, seemingly taking in Bai Zhe's arrogance. He didn't speak, nor did he show any change in expression; he simply stood with his hands behind his back, covered in wounds, letting Bai Zhe mock him at will.
Seeing that the taciturn man remained silent, Bai Zhe stopped waiting for his response, lowered his head, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He was calculating in his mind, seemingly confirming how secure his victory was.
The First Victory of the White Fold: Blood Bacteria, Evil Sea, Devouring Heaven, Pathogen Derivation and Extinction Heart Sutra
Bai Zhe's consciousness traversed layers of rules and dimensions, entering his own "Blood Bacteria Sea of Sin." This was one of his most prized technologies. Endless viruses surged within the sea of sin; every drop of blood, every wisp of breath, was the origin of destruction. The Blood Bacteria Sea of Sin was like a red tide, ruthlessly devouring and infecting the energy and matter between heaven and earth, transforming them into carriers of viruses.
"My Blood Bacteria Devouring Heaven Pathogen Annihilation Heart Sutra," Bai Zhe muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism, "can absorb all the energy in the world and transform all matter into viruses. Whether it's mountains and rivers, or stars and the sun and moon, none can escape my infection. At that time, what place will you have left to stand? Dongfang Jingyun, do you really have a chance of winning?"
His tone was full of confidence, as if he could already see Dongfang Jingyun being enveloped and annihilated by the endless virus.
Bai Zhe's Second Victory: Xie Tian's Conception of the Endless Black Goat, He Uses the Great Transformation Technique
Bai Zhe's thoughts drifted to his second technology—the Evil Heaven's Conception of Endless Black Goats, a technique he used to transform into a vast, inhuman entity. He had repeatedly used this technique to sweep aside his enemies on the Star Beast battlefield, turning those overconfident, enormous beings into meaningless data garbage. He closed his eyes, seemingly already seeing the breathtaking scene: deep within the information dimension, endless black goat abominations were born, each possessing immortality, breaking through dimensional barriers and surging into reality.
"More than 30,000 immortal and indestructible black goat abominations," Bai Zhe sneered, a hint of madness in his eyes. "In this world of gods, I can summon them at will. These monsters are beyond mortal comprehension from birth; those lacking strength will go mad at the sight of them, and they carry the ultimate curse of eternal damnation and rebirth, a curse I personally wove. Dongfang Jingyun, even if you possess countless wondrous techniques, how can you withstand the torrent of my 30,000 abominations?"
Bai Zhe's Third Victory: The Eternal Reincarnation Time-Space Worm Resurrection Divine Skill
Finally, Bai Zhe's thoughts settled on his most prized trump card—the Eternal Reincarnation Time-Space Worm Resurrection Divine Art. This was an unbreakable technique, practically a guarantee of victory. Through this art, he could record his state within the plane's will and use the information dimension's editing capabilities to return to his optimal state at any time. No matter how severe the damage he suffered, it was merely a restart process.
"I possess the Eternal Reincarnation Time-Space Worm Resurrection Divine Art," Bai Zhe murmured, his voice filled with a cold sense of superiority. "Even if you can temporarily defeat me, I can immediately recover to my original state. And you, Dongfang Jingyun? Your power will gradually be consumed with each battle, and your body will gradually weaken. But me? I am the endless cycle, the eternal immortality."
He slowly raised his head and looked at Dongfang Jingyun, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt: "So, Dongfang Jingyun, I, Bai Zhe, have the advantage of timing, location, and popular support. My three major techniques are flawless. From the very beginning, there has been no suspense between us in this battle."
"Hahaha, the advantage is on my side, I'm sure to win."
Dongfang Jingyun remained standing there, his face showing no emotion. He seemed completely unaffected by Bai Zhe's boastful words, and also seemed unaware of the terrifying power of Bai Zhe's three major techniques. His silence annoyed Bai Zhe, but it also fueled his even stronger desire to perform.
"What, are you too scared to speak?" Bai Zhe sneered. "Or are you so frightened by my power that you have nothing to say?"
Dongfang Jingyun finally spoke, his voice low and calm, like icy mountain spring water flowing through a deep valley: "Bai Zhe, are you finished?"
The flat tone made Bai Zhe's smile freeze for a moment, then turn into a deeper sarcasm: "So what if you've finished speaking? Do you think you can..."
"Then, come on." Dongfang Jingyun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, but simply waved his broken hand lightly with his bent arm, as if signaling Bai Zhe to hurry up and make his move. His casual attitude was as if he were facing a harmless child.
Bai Zhe's smile finally vanished, replaced by anger and... a trace of inexplicable unease. He didn't know where this unease came from, but he vaguely felt that this man who didn't talk much wasn't as powerless as he had imagined when facing him.
"Very well," Bai Zhe said in a low voice, his eyes once again burning with a fervent fighting spirit. "Since that's the case, then let me see what makes you think you can stand here."
"You can say less," Dongfang Jingyun said helplessly. "Hurry up, after I'm done beating you up, I still need to go to the welfare center to visit a few autistic children