Double Hour

Enduring the pain, Lu Xiucai understood that all the white donkeys that had once followed at Shiniang's side were now dead. Rumor had it that the Unborn Mother needed to be reborn upon six white donkeys.

Once the white donkey was tattooed onto him, he would become the Unborn Mother's mount, no longer a mere mortal for others to knead and squeeze as they pleased.

This was an opportunity. He had to seize it. No matter what agonizing price he had to pay, he no longer wished to give up any chance to grow stronger.

Before long, a white donkey gradually took shape across Lu Xiucai's back. As it became increasingly complete, he began to feel as though something had been added to his body.

The sensation was exceedingly strange. Lu Xiucai had only felt this way before when he entered a trance.

If his past trances could only be sustained briefly, then now he could maintain this state indefinitely.

"Now you are one step closer to the Unborn Mother than ordinary believers. This is a glorious thing that brings honor to your ancestors. Cherish it well, and do not break the precepts," Lian Zhibei instructed Lu Xiucai.

Feeling the changes in his body, Lu Xiucai nodded excitedly. He could hardly wait to find some of those beasts from the Dharma Sect and test his skills on them.

Just then, the outside suddenly grew lively. When Lu Xiucai emerged bare-chested, he instinctively narrowed his eyes.

Without his noticing, daylight had already fully broken. The other White Lotus Believers were anxiously packing their belongings onto the carts.

Under ordinary circumstances, the sky should not yet have been bright at this time. But because one Double Hour had vanished, dawn now came far sooner than before.

"Move, move! Brothers and sisters, hurry