792: Chapter 209 Netherworld White Tiger_1 792: Chapter 209 Netherworld White Tiger_1 “Want to become the Origin of All Heavens and Myriad Realms?”
Baiyin’s voice, magical as it sounded, echoed in Su He’s ears.
Su He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Baiyin, “You’re not Baiyin!
Who are you?”
He had felt something was off the whole time.
His Baiyin would never be so serious!
She would never ask him such questions.
She would only set everything up, wait for him to walk into it, then nonchalantly say to him, “Little clan brother, I’ve arranged a great deal for you!”
Far from being flustered at being exposed, the Baiyin opposite him brightened up, and laughed heartily, “I just knew it wouldn’t work, they insisted I talk to you with grace and tranquility, forbade me from being wild, afraid it might offend you.
I’ve been so tired from pretending for so long!”
Isn’t that Ice Mass enough for striking poses!
While talking, she casually reached out and rubbed Su He’s Dragon Horns, “Little clan brother, long time no see, huh.”
Su He relaxed a bit, this was Baiyin’s way of talking!
“Who are ‘they’?” Su He asked.
Baiyin waved her hand dismissively, “A bunch of old fogeys, wanting to guide you to become the Origin.”
She sat cross-legged on a stone in front of Su He, propping her chin in her hands and gazing at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
“What exactly is the Origin?” Su He asked, frowning.
White Spirit shrugged, “The beginning of the Great Tao?
The source of cultivation?
Who knows?”
… The Heavenly Dao?
A name popped up inexplicably in Su He’s mind.
He always felt it wasn’t a good term.
“What if I don’t become it?”
White Spirit spread her hands, “Who knows?
Maybe like I once predicted, everyone dies?”
She said, chuckling hehe, mischief twinkling in her eyes, “Such a big catastrophe might not be a bad thing, maybe after death I could visit your previous life’s world.”
What would a place full of Tao Scripture sellers look like?
Extremely alluring!
Su He blinked, momentarily unable to follow Baiyin’s train of thought.
Hey, Immortal Sovereign of mine, what’s with that expression of curiosity and even a bit of anticipation?
Baiyin was curious about everything, death included.
Snatching Su He’s previous life’s corpse, gathering Su He’s True Spirit, sending Su He to be reincarnated, ensuring the immortality of the Great Tao… It seemed like she just felt she ought to do it.
If she really were free, maybe this one would have thoroughly run amok and experienced death firsthand.
“You said our Origin is gone, who does ‘our’ refer to?” Su He asked, curious.
Baiyin replied casually, “Mystery Yellow Big World?
Plus the extended races?
Mystery Huang is the land of Genesis, so naturally everyone originating from here counts.”
Su He frowned, “That’s not right!
Seal Emperor is currently Mystery Huang’s great enemy, but his ancestral Yuan Sovereign Clan is actually part of Mystery Huang’s extensions!”
The Prison Clan was originally not a race but a group of people who held the power of the Heavenly Prison Guards, formed as a collective.
Strictly speaking, Seal Emperor’s origins are from the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
All Heavens and Myriad Realms belong to Mystery Huang’s extensions!
Baiyin smiled, pointed towards the underground river, where water and mud spiraled up once more, intertwining and gradually forming a Tai Chi-patterned sphere.
“Two sources, you in me and I in you, who decreed they couldn’t be transformed?”
Where did the rich Yuan Sovereign Essence from Tan Tai come from if not transformation?
Su He blinked, “Then… why not transform it over, wouldn’t there be Origin if you did?”
I don’t have Origin, but I can steal yours, can’t I!
Baiyin looked at him astonished, poking him hard on the forehead, “Hey hey!
Are you actually a defeatist?”
Su He shook his head, “Stop it!
Have you ever seen a Dragon Turtle surrender?
I’m just curious about this issue.”
Surrender never seems to stand in actual confrontation!
Like between Seal Emperor and Mystery Huang, there’s no option of surrendering to the other.
Even if one surrendered, the other would not accept.
But Su He didn’t know why!
Baiyin twirled his Dragon Horn, gently shaking her head, “You can’t surrender…
After you left, I cut off a hand of the Big Witch, and that hand turned into a woman…”
Speaking, confusion arose in her eyes, “The woman formed from the hand has no connection to the Big Witch’s main body, completely independent!
This reminded me of another legend about the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s origin.”
As she spoke, her voice took on an ethereal tone, “A Divine God cut off one of his little fingers, flesh turned into our Ancestor, blood turned into our people…
One day, Essence Blood will flow backward, flesh will reassemble, and our clan shall return to the palm of the Divine God.”
“Regardless of the rest, you said about surrendering, could it be that one day all those defeatists will return to that Divine God’s palm?”
Su He fell silent, “So that Divine God is their Origin?”
White Spirit didn’t answer, but her eyes suddenly lit up, “You say, if I surrender and return to the palm of the Divine God, and then stage a rebellion…
could I make the Divine God poke himself to death with one finger?”
Su He, with a cold look, conjured a small water hand and tapped her on the head, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
This woman would pull off any stunt that she found amusing; who knows, one day she might actually do it, “Set some limits to your recklessness!”
Su He clenched his teeth, his voice squeezed out through gritted teeth.
He sighed looking at Baiyin, asking, “How do you become this Origin?”
Lightly tapping, Baiyin froze the fist that Su He had formed, taking it in her hand and sucking on it as if it was an ice lolly.
Muttering with her mouth full, “How would I know?
I’ve never seen the Origin… But you should probably start by getting stronger, right?
The strongest there is, in heaven and on earth, in all of time?”