Fifty Dawns and Dusks

Surrounded by complete darkness, Bai Mo was unaware of his current state. In the Magnetic Field World, the Primordial Spirit of a strong magnetic field cultivator would be reincarnated, and in this world, every soul would also be given a second life.

But he is neither of those. Although he had considered repairing his soul through reincarnation, no one could guarantee that Bai Mo's soul would function normally after his death, since neither world was his world.

"Wrong..."

Bai Mo understood his current situation; he sensed that faint but present power.

If Death were present, it would enlighten him: this is the final boundary between life and death. Just one step away, death will gently arrive, tenderly sweeping everything away.

But since he was still alive and still possessed power, he at least still had the right to choose, even if the path would be arduous and long. He didn't know the condition of his body; he couldn't use the Asura Way techniques and could only rely on his purest instincts to begin Cellular Regeneration.

Although forty days had passed outside, it was only a blink of an eye for the Yaga here. Their consciousness quickly returned, and then they sensed something was wrong.

"What is this? What's wrong with the sky?"

"It's so... hot."

The sunlight fell from the sky, and although it was incredibly faint, it shone directly on Yaga's furry body, giving them a sensation they had never felt before.

warmth.

They all looked towards the direction of the Fantasy Tree, which had now shed its outer Fantasy Tree, leaving only its radiant branches. And beneath that tree, a charred corpse stood silently.

The snow has melted.

Fifty days later--

A boy followed an old man down a rough cement street, his leather boots making a scraping sound as they hit the dry cement.

The young boy was somewhat unaware of what was happening; everything had changed since the sun went down. The Regent had helped the Yaga break free from the curse of Beast Transformation; they had shed their fur and returned to human form.

Then, going to that beautiful park with his grandfather every day was something he had to do every day.

An elderly man led his grandson to the park, where a large crowd had already gathered. Some were commoners in coarse linen clothes, some were well-dressed merchants, and some were elegantly dressed nobles.

But in such a place, people don't care about each other's identities; they come for only one purpose.

Beneath the lush green grass, the Church members had already crowded the area in front of the altar. The others didn't say much either, stepping onto the grass together, kneeling down to pray and give thanks.

"Thank you for bestowing upon us the sunshine, thank you for giving us warmth, allowing us to shed our beastly skin and live again as human beings under your radiance."

The Orthodox patriarchs in the front row chanted incantations, and before them, in the place protected by a wall of light and chains, before the Fantasy Tree, lay a charred corpse.

At the very front were some possessors of Magnetic Field Power, and at this moment, even they, like the ordinary people behind them, were praying for their savior.

Just then, the leader suddenly raised his head, because they saw that the charred corpse in front of them seemed to be expanding continuously. Then, he slowly raised his hand and placed it on his forehead.

With ten fingers digging in, a tearing sound ripped open the charred, blood-stained skin, and a man emerged from the charred remains like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, reborn from the ashes.

Bai Mo's body was faintly tinged with blood. After forty days of burning transmission and fifty days of regeneration, he finally crawled out of the abyss of death.

"This was left behind by... Shiki and Arcueid?"

Bai Mo looked at the surrounding defenses; the light barriers had a certain feel to them, and the chains were the Thousand Locks used by Arcueid. As if sensing something, these defenses automatically disappeared.

The leader felt a sudden, intense tremor, an indescribable joy and excitement, as if a devout believer had finally seen their God at the end of their life.

He sensed it; the person was watching him.

"It's no longer Yaga, so why is it like this?"

Bai Mo's voice, tinged with doubt, rang out, and the leader took a deep breath, trying to suppress the violent trembling throughout his body. He had witnessed the Thunder Terrible Emperor's thunder and Bai Wubian's power, all of which made him involuntarily kneel in submission.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed his fist heavily on the ground and roared in the most resolute tone of his life:

"We are loyal to and follow not because of your power!"

At this moment, their bodies no longer possessed the instinct to prioritize power above all else. Here, whether they were high-ranking nobles or stubborn old hunters, they all believed that this was the proper course of action.

After learning that the person had brought them a new life and turned to ashes, they came here spontaneously, perhaps out of gratitude for his sacrifice, or perhaps out of remorse for their own selfish and ugly deeds.

Regardless of the circumstances, the person before them deserves their respect—not a subservience to power, but a respect that comes from the heart.

"I do not need your followers or loyalty; your lives belong to you."

Bai Mo shook his head, his words soft. Having just crawled back from the brink of death, his body was extremely weak. These words fell directly into the ears of the person before him, who was stunned.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared behind Bai Mo.

Then, he disappeared. Almost instantly, a golden figure appeared.

"You actually tried to stop me! You're despicable!"

Arcueid's frantic voice rang out, then disappeared. But the people in front of them couldn't even catch a glimpse of them or hear the sounds of their rapid movement; the difference in power was too great.

Those behind didn't even hear Bai Mo's whisper, but soon, the Orthodox pastor behind him let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Lord!!!

You can't blame him. A person is completely charred, and every examination shows he's as dead as can be, yet he somehow manages to come back to life. Anyone would question reality.

And these believers? They have no doubt that, although they have never seen such things, they are very familiar with them. After all, they have heard about them since childhood, and the books have already provided explanations.

So, while others were still at a loss, this group of believers fell directly into unparalleled fanaticism.

"My Lord and my God!"

"I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die..."

Some were fervently reciting the words of witnesses in the scriptures, while others murmured to themselves, connecting the scene before them with the promises of Christ. After all, in a formal sense, these believers were witnessing the recurrence of a myth.

Then, this fervor quickly spread, and the Scream attracted many people, including Anastasia and Atalanta, but they all came in vain, Bai Mo was no longer there.