Chinese Immortal, the Perfect Being

Yin energy surged in abundance, solidifying into substance and swirling around Huang Bai like a whirlwind.

All the Lickers had been wiped out. Scarlet blood flowed across the ground, seemingly absorbed by some force before congealing into a dark brown in the blink of an eye.

The yin energy in Huang Bai's hand had even formed into an emerald-green pearl. It contained the Lickers' blood essence and yin energy.

Its potency was considerable, equivalent to a blood sacrifice of several hundred people.

Huang Bai looked at the Red Queen. Her screen had gone black, with rows of numbers flickering across it from time to time.

"The flaw of artificial intelligence lies precisely here."

No matter how intelligent artificial intelligence was or how adept it was at deduction, it was always bound by an underlying logic.

That underlying logic was modern science.

Once it encountered something beyond the logic of the real world, it would either spout gibberish and begin making things up, or its logic would collapse and the system would crash.

Huang Bai slowly descended, the yin-energy pearl in hand.

He walked up to the Red Queen's mainboard, tore out the terminal with his bare hands, then destroyed all the other equipment.

"Let's go. We're leaving."

With a sweep of Huang Bai's hand, the golden talismans vanished.

"May I ask... who are you?" Alice still felt as though she were dreaming.

Such methods were absolutely beyond the reach of modern technology. They were one hundred percent the stuff of myths.

"A Daoist priest. Huang Bai."

Huang Bai spoke the word "Daoist priest" in Chinese.

"Daoist priest... aren't you the Messiah?"

Why was it an Eastern myth, rather than the Lord they believed in?

"Immortals have no fixed form, and the Dao has no fixed appearance. Your God may perhaps also be an immortal."

The five survivors engraved the sight of this day deeply into their hearts.

From then on, they would bear the burden of saving humanity, and the term "Daoist priest" would come to replace the meaning of Messiah.

Yaksha and the fierce ghosts guarded their sides as the group fought their way toward the escape passage.

There were still scattered zombies along the way.

"What exactly are these things?"

The sight before them was even more horrifying.

"Zombies infected with a virus. The virus can also spread through the water supply. If my guess is right, Raccoon City has already been contaminated, and it will then spread across the world," Huang Bai said.

"How do we solve this disaster?"

"Wait."

Huang Bai left them with those two words.

With their current methods, there was simply no way to eradicate the virus completely.

Perhaps one day in the future, when he attained the Dao and ascended, he would finally have a chance to restore this world to what it had been.

As they traveled, Huang Bai casually had someone copy the data and take virus samples.

The T-virus could strengthen the body. If it could be researched properly, it might serve as a means of body tempering.

Huang Bai did not reject technology. Or rather, technology and mysticism were not contradictory; mysticism, in essence, was also a form of technology.

Before long, the group escaped the Hive.

Outside, chaos had already erupted. Newspapers, television stations, and radio broadcasts were all reporting incidents of the dead attacking the living.

At first, people did not understand the danger posed by zombies. Infected carriers mingled among the crowds, causing even greater contamination. By the time people discovered that their loved ones had turned into monsters, it was already too late.

Every street and alley was filled with fleeing crowds and zombies attacking people.

"Ah!!!"

"Ghosts!"

"The apocalypse! The apocalypse is here!" The crowd scattered in panic.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ada Wong fired at the zombies with her gun. Her marksmanship was exceptionally precise; one bullet was enough to blow off a head.

But there were too many zombies. She could not salvage the collapsing order.

The more Ada Wong fought, the more alarmed she became. She recalled Huang Bai's prophecy.

The prophecy of the apocalypse... everything matched.

Which organization did Huang Bai belong to? Could this leak have been Huang Bai's doing?

Huang Bai really had not been at home. Perhaps he had gone to the base to steal something.

Ada Wong lost focus for an instant, and a zombie suddenly lunged at her.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out beside her. When she turned around, she saw that it was Officer Jill.

"You came looking for Huang Bai too?" Ada Wong asked.

"Yes." Jill nodded solemnly.

Huang Bai had repeatedly foretold scenes of the apocalypse's return. By their estimation, this man was certainly deeply connected to the incident.

"He's here! The prophet is here!"

"Father! Save us!"

"Daoist master!"

A clamor broke out among the chaotic crowd, with all manner of languages and titles rising one after another.

Ada Wong and Jill followed everyone's gaze.

A man in Daoist robes walked through the bustling streets, his long hair whipping in the gale.

The nearly three-meter-tall Yaksha ghost stood behind him, its shackles stretching more than ten meters as they smashed every zombie that tried to approach to pieces.

Four fierce ghosts guarded the four directions, saving believers one after another as they welcomed the crowd's cheers.

"I'm here."

Huang Bai faced the crowd.

In this troubled age, he was the only savior.

Ada Wong and Jill stood stunned for a long while.

They had suspected Huang Bai of being the mastermind, a foreign spy. They had never expected him to appear with such abilities.

Before long, Huang Bai gathered the people together and restored order to the neighborhood.

The formation of the Spirit Army Altar spread out like a net cast over heaven and earth, gradually extending outward and gathering all yin energy within its range. The yin energy on the Spirit Army Altar grew by the day.

Umbrella Corporation headquarters.

The second unit dispatched to the Hive brought back intelligence.

Umbrella Corporation's highest-ranking officials had gathered in the conference room, while senior researchers in white lab coats moved back and forth.

Everyone stared at the large screen in front of them.

They wanted to know what exactly had happened inside the Hive.

Everywhere they looked were ruined walls and broken rubble. The operation leader explained from the side.

"All living creatures in the Hive have been completely wiped out. Some members of the first unit are missing, and the Red Queen's mainboard terminal has disappeared."

"None of the monsters died from nerve gas, but rather..."

Smack!

The photo was enlarged. It showed a dead Licker, severed cleanly at the waist, its cut smooth as a mirror.

"This was not a laser weapon. Preliminary assessment indicates a cold weapon, shaped similarly to an ancient Chinese sword."

A staff member beside them presented the report.

Those words drew gasps from the crowd.

Who had wielded an ancient Chinese sword? And with such destructive power?

Another photo showed the smooth gap where an alloy door had been cleaved apart. It had likely been caused by that ancient Chinese sword as well.

"Impossible. There is no material in the world capable of causing this much destruction, nor does anyone have the strength to cleave through an alloy door. William, pull up the base surveillance footage."

"My apologies. All surveillance equipment was destroyed. There is no data at all. It appears to have been deliberately sabotaged."

At that moment, a trace of doubt surfaced in everyone's hearts.

What kind of creature was it?

Soon, they began searching through everything.

In the end, among the items brought back by the investigation team, they found a surveillance camera that had slipped through the net.

A researcher removed the memory card and projected its footage onto the large screen.

A strange man descended from the sky. His rusty ancient sword was incomparably sharp, and his ability to summon evil ghosts overturned everyone's understanding.

The footage left everyone present speechless. Even the most senior scientists had nothing to say.

Walking through walls, lightning, evil ghosts, a divine sword...

No scientific theory could explain the phenomena before their eyes.

"We found him. His name is Huang Bai, and he lives... This person is not a genetic weapon, nor does he have a physical body. He exists in a magnetic-field energy state, possibly one of the immortals from Chinese legend."

"An immortal?" A flash of greed passed through the scientist's eyes, as though he had seen the most perfect object in the world. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Spare no expense. Capture this man!"