And that golden light that penetrated the heaven and earth had already alarmed the great screenwriter of the Supernatural world.
Deep in the core of the universe, an invisible will was already furious. The holy light that permeated the origin of the universe suddenly boiled, setting off huge waves, absorbing energy from billions of stars, turning into a dark golden torrent of law, sweeping across the entire boundary of the universe.
The first layer of barrier, Void Labyrinth Barrier. The outer space of the universe is twisted into an endless whirlpool, like a huge maze. Ordinary people and even low-level gods and demons will lose their way if they step into it. All spatial coordinates are randomly replaced, just like hiding a grain of dust in the boundless sea of sand.
The second layer of barrier, Law Shielding Layer. The power of the source rewrites the energy rules of the periphery of the universe, blocking all fairy-level spiritual energy fluctuations and Divine Sense detection. Even Heavenly Eye, the true god of heaven, can only see a chaotic void, unable to glimpse even half of the life inside.
Finally, God completely separated the time flow of the universe from the three thousand worlds. The outer space-time flow slowed down a thousand times, and every hour, the coordinates would randomly jump. This barrier was like being wrapped in countless layers of flowing fog, completely hiding the entire Supernatural universe.
There are three thousand big worlds and countless small worlds. If the master of the world is clumsy, even the true god of heaven will have difficulty finding traces of this world.
Bai Haorui's goal has been achieved. Before he is sure whether Bai Haorui can summon such a powerful existence again, he will not personally deal with him again.
At the moment when Azazel died, a golden light emerged from the thick smoke of Hell's Gate, gentle and pure. The soul of John slowly walked out. He was wearing the familiar windbreaker, with a gentle face and loving eyes. His figure was somewhat transparent, but it carried a reassuring aura.
Bai Haorui recognized that it was the breath of John, which belonged to Winchester Brothers's father. He braced himself, took out a Soul-Subduing Talisman, stumbled over, and pressed it against John's back. His voice was hoarse. "Stabilize your soul and don't dissipate!"
Before he finished speaking, his vision went dark, he could no longer hold on and fainted.
Dean looked at the dissipated black smoke of Azazel and the remaining body of the possessed person, and looked at the soul of John. The picture of his mother being burned flashed through his mind, the picture of his father's sacrifice flashed in his mind, and the picture of Sam's death flashed in his mind. Those images were like knives, cutting into his heart. He broke free from the restraints, staggered to pick up Colt gun on the ground, faced the possessed body of Azazel, roared and pulled the trigger, "This is for my mother! For my father! For Sam!"
The bullet hit the empty space, but it seemed to have penetrated years of obsession. Dean's tears burst out, and he could no longer hold back.
The soul of John slowly walked towards Dean and Sam, the pace was slow and gentle. He reached out his hand and patted Dean's shoulder gently, then nodded and smiled at Sam, with tears in his eyes, tears of relief and tears of relief.
"You are all fine," John's voice was gentle, with relief and a hint of apology, "He is better than me as a father. I have been seeking revenge and running around all my life, but I have neglected the most important thing, you." He looked at his two sons, his eyes full of love, "Now, I can leave with peace of mind."
He looked at Dean, his eyes full of apologies. "I'm sorry, Dean, you have to bear so much. You shouldn't have to bear so much." He looked at Sam again, with a gentle smile, "Sam, take good care of your brother. You two brothers, be good."
Dean opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he only shouted out a choked "Dad", his voice was so broken that it was so broken.
Sam looked at John and tears fell down, big tears hitting the ground. He wanted to say sorry, wanted to say that he did not listen to his father's words well, wanted to say that he had let his father down, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.
John smiled, stretched out his hand, and touched their heads, as if they were children. His figure became more and more transparent, eventually turning into specks of golden light, dissipating in the air and blending into the moonlight.
Goodbye, my sons.
Bobby and Ellen took the opportunity to rush to the mausoleum and paste the spells on the stone door. Those spells were drawn by Bai Haorui in advance. Demon-Breaking Talisman glowed with golden light. The red light of Demon-Breaking Formation intertwined with the golden light of the spells. Together, they emitted a dazzling light. They chanted incantations with loud voices and a decisive force. With the sound of incantations, Hell's Gate slowly closed, and the remaining demons let out shrill screams and were sucked back into Hell by a powerful force. The stone door finally closed with a bang and calm was restored.
Next to the highway outside the cemetery, Impala was parked on the side of the road, with the car lights on, illuminating a small area around it. Several people leaned on the car tiredly, covered in injuries, covered in mud and blood, and the smell of sulfur and a faint smell of blood remained in the air. The sky in the distance turned fish belly white, and a new day was about to begin. The sun pierced the dark clouds and shed a ray of golden light.
A ray of golden light shone.
Sam walked to Dean, and he looked into Dean's eyes, his eyes full of determination, with a trace of unquestionable stubbornness. "You made a deal with the devil, right? Bobby looked at you with something wrong, and Haorui has been avoiding me. I know that I died, and I was not saved by herbal medicine."
Dean was silent for a long time, until the sun rose and the first ray of sunlight shone on his face. He looked at the sunrise in the distance, looked at the golden light, and finally confessed, his voice was low, with a hint of exhaustion. "I will use my soul to resurrect you. One year. One year later, I will play Hell."
Sam's eyes turned red instantly, and tears burst out. He grabbed Dean's arm with such force that it almost crushed his Bones. His voice was crying and a little crazy, "You think it's your responsibility to protect me? It's my responsibility to protect you too! Let's find a way to terminate the contract together! There must be a way! There must be!"
Dean looked at Sam and smiled. The smile was full of bitterness, but with a hint of warmth. He patted Sam on the shoulder and said nothing. Some things cannot be done without a method.
Bai Haorui was lying in the back seat, still in a coma. His body was motionless, but his consciousness was awake. In the sea of consciousness, the words "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" flowed slowly, each word clear, as if engraved in his soul. He His mind was immersed in it and he began to practice. A faint power of True Fire condensed in his Dantian. At the same time, he reviewed it in his mind, and every detail was extremely clear: First, these days of training were not in vain, and he successfully invited him out. Nezha, even withstood the possession of divine power for a moment, and did not directly explode and die; secondly, the system warned him a long time ago, and then tried its best to protect his soul, but it was unable to help him grow. This is why he had to take risks to ask God. The reason - he wanted to rely on his own means to scare the "screenwriter" behind the scenes so that he would not dare to attack him easily.; Thirdly, he had obtained the complete cultivation method and no longer had to rely on his grandfather's incomplete notes. He could finally walk on this path of becoming stronger on his own.
Ellen leaned on the car, his face solemn, looking at the sky in the distance, his voice low. "Although Hell's Gate is closed, a large number of demons have escaped. They will lurk in the world, form an army, and start a war. This war has just begun."
Bobby nodded, with serious eyes and a hint of worry. "Azazel is dead, but there are more demons in the dark, more powerful demons... They will not give up."
Dean threw Colt gun into the back seat and took a deep breath. He looked at Sam and then at Bai Haorui in the back seat. A handsome smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was a trace of determination and a trace of hope. "We still have work to do."
Sam nodded, wiped the tears from his face, and his eyes became firm. The two of them carried Bai Haorui into the car and put it away carefully.
Bobby and Ellen waved goodbye and watched Impala drive off the road and disappear into the golden light in the distance. The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away, and the sun pierced the dark clouds and sprinkled on the road, illuminating the way forward.
In the car, Dean turned on the radio, and the AC/DC music blasted, full of power. Sam looked at the scenery outside the window, looking at the trees that were retreating rapidly, Dean held the steering wheel with firm eyes, and Bai Haorui lay in the back seat, unconscious.
The road ahead is long and full of dangers.
But as long as they are together, nothing can defeat them.
The war has just begun.
The curtains of the cheap motel were not tightly drawn, and the early morning light filtered in, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor, like pieces of gold. The air was filled with the burnt aroma of instant coffee and a faint smell of sulfur. Impala's car keys were thrown on the scratched bedside table. Next to them were the painkillers and bandages that Bobby had stuffed, and a bowl of unfinished instant noodles, which were already cold.
Bai Haorui was awakened by the warm feeling in his chest. That warmth rose from his Dantian and slowly spread throughout his body, repairing his damaged meridians. It was the power of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art".
When he opened his eyes, he could still feel the faint golden light flowing between his eyebrows. The words "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" were as clear as if they were engraved in the sea of consciousness, and every word was carrying The mark of Nezha's divine power. He propped himself up and sat up. He did not cough as heartbreakingly as before. The pain in his meridians was still there, but there was a warm current slowly repairing it. It was the nourishing power of True Fire Art.
"Are you awake?"
Dean's voice came from the door. He was leaning against the door frame with two cups of coffee. He still had the same cute look, wearing a black leather coat, but there was worry in his eyes that he didn't have time to take back. He walked over and took a cup of coffee. He handed it over, glanced at Bai Haorui's face, raised his eyebrows and said, "What were you doing with that glittering golden thing last night? It almost blinded me and Sam. All the demons within a ten-mile radius ran away."
Bai Haorui took the coffee and touched the warm paper cup with his fingertips. He felt inexplicably calmer. He took a sip and frowned in pain, but he still swallowed it - the taste was "great", it was the most common smell when a witcher was on the road, it was the taste of home. He He raised his eyes and looked at Dean. His eyes were much calmer than before, less cramped and uncertain than before, and more sharp and hardened, like a sword with a hidden edge. "Please God. Please come to the Great God of Santan Haihui, Nezha."
"Nezha? What kind of god is it? A mythical creature from your hometown?" Sam's voice came from the window.
Bai Haorui did not deny it. He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. There was still a faint golden mark there, like a starlight, which could not be found without looking carefully. He could feel that his aura was much more condensed than before. Even though his body was still weak, his spirit was as clear as ever. True Qi circulated in his meridians ten times smoother than before. More than that. "It's not that I'm great, it's that person who can't stop being nosy." He avoided the important and ignored the dangers of inviting the gods. He didn't say that he almost died from exploding his body, and he didn't say the real purpose of inviting the gods. He just changed the subject and looked at Dean with sharp eyes, "Yellow-Eyed Demon, did you die completely? Not even a remnant soul was left behind?"
Dean's movements paused. He leaned on the edge of the bed, his fingers caressing the edge of the coffee cup unconsciously. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes - the pleasure of revenge, but also the haze of being under contract. "Not even the scum is left.." His voice was low, with a hint of relief, "However, the golden light last night... was too loud. Bobby said that all the demons within a ten-mile radius were hiding, as if they had seen some natural enemy and did not even dare to get close."
Bai Haorui twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a very faint smile. There was a hint of pleasure in the success of his plan. What he wanted was this effect. What he wanted was to let the demons hiding in the dark and the screenwriter behind the scenes know how powerful he was.
"I asked God not to kill Yellow Eyes." He said bluntly, his eyes sweeping over Dean and Sam. There was a determination in his eyes that they had never seen before, with a hint of self-confidence belonging to a strong man. "That Yellow Eyes is not worthy of letting me take such a big risk. What I want is to be shocked."
"Who to shock?" Sam asked. He keenly captured the deep meaning of Bai Haorui's words. He closed the ancient book and walked to the bed, his eyes full of inquiry, "Is it other demons? Or... is there a more powerful existence?"
"It's something hidden behind the scenes." Bai Haorui interrupted him, his voice lowered, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, and as if he was telling a secret, "This world is not that simple. Some people treat us as chess pieces, life and death as a game, and fate as a script. I asked Nezha to come down to tell him that I, Bai Haorui, am not a little bug that can be manipulated by others. I have the ability to overturn the chessboard."
He didn't mention the system or the supreme "God". Saying some things will only increase troubles and make Sam and Dean fall into deeper despair. But he knows that Dean and Sam can understand. They are both people pushed by fate. They know best what it feels like to be involuntarily and the pain of being manipulated by others.
Dean was silent for a moment. He looked at the light in Bai Haorui's eyes. It was a light he had never seen before. It was firm, sharp, and had a hint of edge. He suddenly smiled, a smile from the heart, and raised his hand to clap. He patted Bai Haorui on the shoulder, not lightly but not too hard, with the unique tacit understanding between demon hunters and a hint of recognition. "Okay, boy. Hid it deep enough." He paused, and his tone was unusually serious, with a hint of gratitude, "Thank you."
Thank him for killing Yellow Eyes, thank him for saving them, thank him for standing by their side at the most critical moment, thank him for giving them the confidence to resist their fate.
Bai Haorui shook his head and said nothing. He looked down at the palm of his hand, where the burning sensation of holding Fire-Tipped Spear still remained. It was the temperature of divine power and the temperature of hope. He could feel that "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" was running slowly, A trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn over, repairing his damaged meridians and tempering his physical body. This road was difficult to walk, full of thorns and dangers, but he finally had a direction - he no longer had to rely on the silent system, no longer relied on his grandfather's incomplete notes, he had his own power to fight against fate.
Sam looked at Bai Haorui and his brows gradually widened. He thought of Soul-Subduing Talisman that was stuck on the back of John's soul last night before Bai Haorui fell into coma, thought of how he desperately asked God, and thought of the golden light that illuminated the cemetery.
"Your body..." Sam hesitated, but still asked, his eyes full of concern, "What do you need? Herbs? Spells? Bobby has a lot of stock there."
"No need." Bai Haorui raised his eyes, the golden light in his eyes flashed, that was True Fire Art's power flowing, his eyes were full of confidence, "I have my own method. In a few days, I will be able to hunt monsters with you."
He didn't say that True Fire Art's cultivation requires time, meditation, and the use of True Fire to temper the meridians again and again. Every time he tempers, it is like being burned in a raging fire and painful. But he I am confident that before long, he will no longer be the Daoist priest who can only rely on spells and formations. He will become a real strong man who can fight side by side with the Winchester brothers and become their most reliable backing.
Dean looked at his determined look and grinned, showing his white teeth. There was a trace of long-lost relaxation in that smile. He stood up, picked up the car keys on the table, shook them, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice, "Okay. When you feel better, let's go investigate the case and eliminate the demons that escaped!" "Now, let's eat something first. I'll buy a hamburger with double cheese, that's enough."
Sam nodded without revealing Dean's thoughts - he knew that Dean wanted to go out for some air.
There were only two people, Bai Haorui and Sam, left in the room. It was a little quiet for a while, except for the sound of birdsong outside the window, which was clear and sweet.
Sam looked at the golden mark between Bai Haorui's eyebrows. The mark was very light, but very dazzling, like a bit of starlight. He suddenly spoke, his voice was low, with a hint of confusion. "The aura on your body... is different. It has become stronger and more... calm."
Bai Haorui raised his eyes and met Sam's gaze. He saw the restlessness in Sam's eyes, saw his clenched fingers, and saw the faint veins on his wrists - that was a sign that the devil's blood was restless, and that the seeds of darkness were sprouting.
"It will get better and better." Bai Haorui said softly, as if he was comforting Sam, or as if he was comforting himself, with a hint of firmness in his voice, "As long as we are still resisting, as long as we are still together, fate will not be able to trap us."
Sam was stunned for a moment, then nodded and showed a slight smile. There was a trace of relief and a trace of hope in that smile.
The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls on the two of them, warm and bright.
Bai Haorui leaned on the bed, closed his eyes, and let the warmth of True Fire Art flow through his meridians. He knew that the road ahead was still dangerous, Dean's contract, Sam's demon blood, the escaped demon army, and the "screenwriter" hiding behind the scenes.