Zhao Xuanjing Appears

Wherever the white light spread, the blood light continuously dissolved.

The Broken Brush seemed unwilling to accept this. Its tip trembled slightly, blood beads roiling without end. From the depths of the vast blood light, a white-haired old woman suddenly emerged—it was none other than the dead "Old Madam Chen."

Old Madam Chen wore no expression as she walked step by step before the blood light, then threw herself bodily into the white light and dissolved into nothing in an instant.

The next moment, one figure after another manifested from the depths of the vast blood light. There was an old Daoist with refined features, a gentle young scholar, beautiful women—but even more were common peddlers and laborers.

Upon closer inspection, these people were all "residents" of Mingxi Town.

All of them were expressionless, hurling themselves into the white light like moths into flame, vanishing in an instant.

Even when thousands upon thousands of town residents turned into nothingness, they still could not shake the radiance emitted by the Hundred Lifetimes Book—not even weaken it by a trace.

As fewer and fewer town residents remained, that bead of blood grew smaller and smaller, increasingly ethereal and illusory.

Not until more than half of the vast blood light had dissolved did a child of seven or eight emerge from it. This child was extraordinarily real, his gaze exceptionally lively, and his face actually showed a complex expression tangled with anger and fear.

Zhao Sheng's mind trembled. He instantly recognized the child as Li Zhi's son, "Li Wuhui."

The radiance of the Hundred Lifetimes Book spread over him. "Li Wuhui" extended both hands to block the incoming white light, and boundless mighty force arose at once, actually halting the white light in place.

Yet the next instant, the Hundred Lifetimes Book gave