Chapter 147: You Seem Like That Old General on the Stage

If Ming Xi truly valued the Nameless Demon Lord enough to personally suppress it at such a great cost of splitting a portion of her divine consciousness, then why not just tackle the problem at its roots right from the beginning?

This is clearly illogical.

Moreover, this guy has too many flaws.

Those straw warriors we encountered were clearly created by the Spiritual Fox Priestess, yet the other party described them as some absurd creatures born from the power of a demon. The tone of this white light was also drastically different from the contents of the stone tablet and the note that was placed together with the Spiritual Fox’s pendant.

The Spiritual Fox Priestess should have a more laid-back, free-spirited personality, cunning and wise, rather than using such a regal tone to address others. It wouldn’t fit her to be so mature.

The most critical point is that the guy’s catchphrases aren’t like those of the original; terms like “this esteemed one” scream oldie, while she preferred to call herself “this lady,” which perfectly matches how Ming Lan called herself “young lady.”

Wen Zhengyang and the others, including Murong Yun, had never truly interacted with the Spiritual Fox Priestess. They probably wouldn’t notice this subtle difference, but for Vilyric, it was something she simply couldn’t ignore.

So conversely, since this white light isn’t the Spiritual Fox Priestess, and the White-armored Warrior, acting as the Temple Guardian, has had a conflict with it, what could this guy’s true identity be?

It’s on the tip of my tongue.

“…Vilyric.”

“Mm, I know.”

Exchanging a glance with the silver-haired girl who suddenly called her name, their unspoken communication halted there, yet the Priestess had already figured out Hen’s meaning.

As the chosen one of the Ancient Spirit Realm, guided by the Heavenly Mechanism, if we were to determine who among our group understood this tomb the best, it wouldn’t be the seemingly deeply involved Miss Xiao Kong, nor Vilyric herself, not even Murong Yun or Ya Zi, but rather that Miss Hen who guided them here.

Since she specifically urged them to act, it signifies that the situation is more urgent than it appears; they can’t just stand by any longer.

The black-haired girl raised her holy staff, and the dazzling gem at the top gradually emitted brilliant light.

But at that moment, an even stronger radiance suddenly erupted from the White-armored Warrior in the sky, entangled with the white light, bearing an extreme resemblance to Lucas!

And in the temple, the entire tomb, which had been sealed by the powers left by the Spiritual Fox Priestess, underwent a complete transformation!

Like pure soft snow, the light instantly encompassed everyone present, including the Black Scale Army preparing to attack, the two in the sky chasing each other, and all, even Vilyric, spreading like waves to envelop the entire sealed mountain tomb.

“Whoosh!”

The surroundings abruptly transformed into a white, hazy world.

“Oh…?”

The black-haired girl, also enveloped by this power, didn’t tense up in vigilance; instead, she glanced around in surprise.

Interesting.

This Spiritual Fox Priestess truly manages to present astonishing and unprecedented novelties over and over again.

This is an undeniable godly force, clearly left as a trump card within the Guardian’s body, prepared specifically to counteract an out-of-control situation.

The components and structure of this mixed energy are incredibly complex, combining the discordant systems of Matter and Void, mingled with powerful spiritual points, and giving off a strong hint of space abilities.

It feels like a huge mishmash pot, practically comprising all the power elements that exist in the world but blended in a remarkably clever ratio to create an unmatched delicacy.

Bringing about—a miracle.

The blocked divine consciousness suddenly flowed freely, as if it was a natural consequence, giving insight into everything within the tomb.

The shattered bricks and stones from the battle swiftly returned to their places, repaired to their original state, while the scattered straw warriors astonishingly reassembled, their armor and weapons renewing, making the interior of the tomb feel as if it was swept by an invisible wave, returning every brick and stone to the starting point.

Those of the Black Scale Army injured during the battle found their wounds healing rapidly like a reverse flow, disappearing one by one into thin air, and even the bewildered members of the Divine Revelation who had inexplicably appeared here eventually vanished; by the end, even Vilyric found herself alone.

Such an incredible power seems to exempt only a small number of special existences, like a certain Priestess or the White-armored Warrior personally activating it from the sky.

When the miraculous light dissipated once more, even the white light that had just claimed to be the Spiritual Fox Priestess disappeared, and the restored temple returned to its quiet emptiness.

“…”

The Guardian, draped in steel wings, slowly descended, standing still, gazing at the exquisite statue of the Spiritual Fox Priestess in the center of the temple, still silent as ever, lost in thought.

Suddenly, it turned its gaze to the area where the Black Scale Army had once remained, and a glint sparkled in its deep, armor-encased eyes!

On the ground, there lay several tablets that shouldn’t have been here—stone slabs.

As it made this discovery, a delicate, ethereal voice quietly echoed again.

“Hehehe, that was close, almost everything went down the drain. Who knew that cheap fox would leave you such a trump card? Truly frightening ~”

“What a pity. Just like your master, you’re too soft-hearted. If you didn’t save those insignificant humans and instead concentrated all your energy on me, even I wouldn’t be able to withstand this mysterious and elusive law—I would just be sealed again.”

“But now, it’s me who has won.”

“…”

With the Guardian in silence, the items drained back into the statue once more, but this time without the cover of white light, Vilyric could see its true essence clearly.

It was a huge white stone slab.

The slab was round, about one meter in diameter, intricately engraved with numerous patterns whose purposes and meanings were unclear, yet it was incomplete. At least half of its area was riddled with voids, resembling an unfinished puzzle.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!!!!!”

Suddenly, the few broken pieces of the stone slab lifted from the ground, embedding themselves into the main body, and several white lights rushed from various parts of the tomb, merging with it!

The radiance surged, and as it dissipated again, the stone slab was almost completely whole, with only a few corner defects remaining.

A faint white phantom coalesced in front of the slab, stretching out as if to ease itself.

“Being locked up by that cheap fox for a thousand years, I thought I’d never see the light of day again. Hehehe, the heavens haven’t abandoned me; finally got a bunch of fools to help me ~”

“…”

The Guardian raised its great sword, silently pointing at the stone slab and the phantom of the girl in the air, unfurling its iron-like wings from behind.

However, the latter merely smiled gently.

“What? Do you still want to resist? Even your master couldn’t kill me completely, and you think you can stop my resurrection with just a puppet? Have you forgotten that I’ve already stepped one foot into the true realm of Immortal Concealment?”

As if responding to the Guardian’s hostility, the waves emanating from the stone slab gradually intensified, and blurred shadows swirled around the phantom of the girl, like cold poisonous snakes ready to strike at any moment, her tone growing increasingly icy.

“A thousand years, a full thousand years, throughout which I constantly reflected on past battles, deduced, calculated, pondering ways to deal with you bastards—I’ve already figured out all your tricks!”

“Don’t think that just because you’re a mere puppet that has just touched the threshold of Transformation, or even if the Spiritual Fox Priestess herself came, you could stop my escape today!!!”

However, just as this delusional rant continued, a crisp, yet distinctly different from the stone slab, silver bell-like voice abruptly rang out from the distance in the temple.

“Oh dear, oh dear, your flags are all planted now, you can’t just stay offstage any longer ~”

“!?”

A figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a stone pillar wide enough to fit several people.

Dressed in a magnificent ritual gown of red and white, her sleeves billowing like waves in her light steps, resembling a beautiful dance.

Her snow-white hair cascaded down to her waist, pure and elegant like an ice lotus, dazzling like the bright moon.

She wore a vividly crafted fox mask that covered her entire face, with a triangular, furry ear atop her head, and a fox-shaped ancient jade on her waist, softly glowing.

She looked almost identical to the statue in the temple…

   

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