?65: Chapter 54 White Tiger Sect!_2 65: Chapter 54 White Tiger Sect!_2 Black hair fell loosely, her appearance pure and tranquil.

    A gold mark similar to the Shaking Light adorned her brow.

    The radiance of the stars descended here; images of the past converged as the younger generation sat in the positions of the Four Symbols.

    This was a true sanctum, prepared by General Xue for the future of the world, only to be fully activated when the true White Tiger Sect appeared, aided by the Shaking Light.

    In the records of the East Continent Star Observation School, the flow of starlight across the sky spanned years.

    The light that left the White Tiger Seven Stars 500 years ago reached the mortal world after a lengthy passage of time, landing here and establishing the legacy spanning these 500 years.

    The woman with black hair looked down, her hands joined, softly chanting in the ancient language of the Stargazers.

    The hazy starlight gathered.

    Within Li Guanyi’s body, the Qi Mechanism finally broke free, connecting heaven, earth, and human.

    Though it was still daylight, the starlight above shone brightly.

    Streams of light cascaded down upon the peacefully slumbering Li Guanyi, whose surroundings in the cave lit up with flowing lights that transformed into layers of intricate text and patterns beneath him.

    Li Guanyi’s Entering Realm was complete, his own aura bursting forth from his body, linking with the cosmos.

    This heart is pure, this body battle-hardened.

    It is indeed the most superior foundation.

    The stars gathered, and the light from the White Tiger Seven Stars fell.

    Next to the young man, the White Tiger Dharma Form revealed itself under the starlight.

    Still a tender cub, bathed in starlight, it raised its head and roared.

    Nourished by the power of stars, it began to transform, extending from its original stance akin to a large cat, elevating and roaring, turning into a seven-feet-long White Tiger, ready to roar fiercely, completing this transformation of Entering Realm.

    The bronze tripod hummed softly.

    The Red Dragon and Mystic Turtle unabashedly drew the aura from the White Tiger.

    They forcibly slowed the White Tiger’s transformation.

    But the starlight was inexhaustible, available for the taking.

    It was as if encountering a vessel unmatched by any White Tiger leader from the past three thousand years.

    Li Guanyi absorbed four times the amount of star power.

    Only when the scales of the Red Dragon turned convincingly real and the patterns on the Mystic Turtle’s back were clear, leaving behind yet another strand of Qi, did they finally stop their absorption.

    The White Tiger then managed to raise its head and roar powerfully, the tiger’s cry reaching the heavens, and the stars of the White Tiger Seven Stars, due to the starlight being drawn fourfold from the past.

    To the onlookers, it seemed the White Tiger Seven Stars suddenly brightened.

    ...

    On the desert leaving the oasis, a young man rode a camel.

    He carried a huge bundle on his back and a jade flute at his waist, with an old man in front riding a camel, who regretfully said,

    “Isn’t it?”

    The youth smiled and said, “No, the Turkic prince is heroic and martial, and he also harbors ambitions to conquer the grassland, but he’s still not quite a hero.

    What he says has great breadth, but only because he stands on high.”

    “Like climbing high to see afar; one can indeed see further when in exalted states.

    Naturally, one can cultivate Qi in times of prosperity, but the hero I am looking for is one who, even when lurking underground, can still roar fiercely.”

    “Indeed, his friend Anda has more of a hero’s stature.”

    “It is said that when he was born, he clutched a stone-like clump of blood in his right hand.

    People sang that a malevolent star from heaven had fallen to the earth, destined to bring bloodshed and slaughter.

    His name, translated into the language of the Central Plains, means ‘the most outstanding essence within steel.''”

    “But he isn’t the one I’m looking for either.”

    The old man, puzzled, said, “This one isn’t, that one isn’t!”

    “What exactly are you looking for?”

    The youth took off his horse head fiddle, played it casually, and answered, “I am seeking the man of destiny, whom I am to assist under the ancient covenant, to initiate the wars of an era of chaos and to use flames to burn away this age.

    Of course, that sounds mystical, but there are others looking for him too.”

    “They are my contemporaries.”

    “Their ideas are too naive, hoping to calm the chaos peacefully, but the smoke of war in these chaotic times has already arisen, and it will not end until those so-called heroes and saints are gone.”

    “Thus, we must find the mightiest hero and assist him in ending the chaos as quickly as possible.

    The one I seek should be a ruler of chaos, with a destiny that soars to the heavens; rough in youth, yet ferocious beyond words, dominating metal and tiger among the Five Elements and Four Symbols.”

    “The White Tiger God.”

    “Ah, the White Tiger God, those are the stars rising in the west, right?”

    The old man understood, pointing to the western sky, and laughed, “In our tale, that is the sword in the hands of the celestials, its blade sharp, set to sweep the injustices of this world.”

    “At this point, it’s quite similar to the culture of the Central Plains,”

    The young man was about to answer with a smile, but he paused slightly, and under the dull sky over the vast grasslands, seven stars suddenly lit up unusually.

    The youth who called himself Breaking Army opened his eyes slowly:

    “...White Tiger Seven Stars?!”

    Behind him, the package suddenly began to scream violently.

    In that instant, it seemed as though the smell of blood burst forth.

    The camel, which remained unphased by the desert storms and sand, suddenly weakened at the knees and knelt abruptly.

    Blood spurted from its mouth, it was literally scared to death.

    The elder’s scalp tingled, and his heart almost stopped as he said, “What is this?”

    This young man came from the Central Plains.

    Charming and articulate, he seemed to be a think tank from Ying Country in Central Earth.

    The chieftains of the Western Regions were exceedingly welcoming of him; different women emerged from his tent each night, their eyes brimming with emotion.

    However, this guy had previously run out of a sacred site of the Dangxiang people in the middle of the night, with a large package suddenly added to his load.

    He turned and ran, dragging the old man along with him through the night until he was almost sick from exhaustion.

    He was chased by the Dangxiang people for three hundred li.

    He only slowed down when he reached the Turkic people’s territory, then made a detour back to the Central Plains through the desert.

    The elder suddenly heard a thunderous roar near his ear.

    He shivered and looked up, only to see the surroundings turn a hazy grey.

    A massive storm approached from afar.

    The elder’s face drained of color.

    It was a sandstorm, the most dangerous thing in this vast land, the roar of heavenly gods.

    His scalp tingled; he was superstitious and yelled, “What exactly did you bring out from the Dangxiang people’s Holy Mountain?!”

    With a camel present, hiding behind it might have allowed survival under a sandstorm.

    But the camel was scared to death!

    Could this really be the wrath of a Martial God?

    The elder knelt on the ground, praying for forgiveness, but the storm approached so quickly.

    He confessed everything, even the memory he had decided to take to his grave of peeking at his neighbor’s sister bathing when he was seven, revealing all to the heavenly gods.

    A buzzing sound exploded, the elder lifted his head and saw the sandstorm being torn apart.

    It bypassed this area as if avoiding something, leaving only the slight pain of dry sand hitting his face.

    He turned around, stunned.

    The huge package was howling.

    As the sandstorm swept past, the fabric covered in blood-red characters tore apart, revealing an ink-black weapon with faint golden patterns appearing between the sky and the earth, landing heavily on the ground.

    The fierce and majestic tiger-headed Battle Halberd, whose sharpness remained formidable even after being sealed for five hundred years.

    Pointing towards the sky.

    The wild winds of the desert blew over the weapon, and thus the Battle Halberd roared like the White Tiger, as the desert storm parted to make way before it.

    The storm collided with the heavens and earth, swirling in the air, as if a thousand giants from the Northern Domain were hammering bronze drums, making the earth tremble and filling the elder with fear.

    He couldn’t stand firm and knelt on the ground, his heart trembling.

    The youth, however, had bright flames igniting in his eyes.

    The elder turned his head and saw the youth kneeling in front of the huge Battle Halberd.

    The stars in the sky fell, the sand divided, and everything looked like the epic scenes passed down on the grasslands—the initial people receiving guidance from the gods.

    The fervor and solemn reverence in Breaking Army’s eyes as he said:

    “Monarch of Xichen, master of weapons.”

    “Eternal sky, origin of the overlord.”

    By his side, passed down through generations, roared the Divine Weapon kept on the Holy Mountain by the Xue Family’s Divine General five hundred years ago.

    In the quiet room of the Xue Family, the Breaking Cloud Sky-shattering Bow buzzed, the bowstring’s whine uncontrollable.

    Next to Li Guanyi, a silver-haired girl held his hand, stabilizing his breath.

    Shaking Light’s gaze fell as her voice, calm and peaceful, uttered the ancient revered name:

    “God of Xichen, monarch of Geng Metal.”

    “Heavenly Four Spirits, to correct the four directions.”

    Both Divine Weapons in Jiangnan and the Desert cheered for that single breath appearing between heaven and earth, while the stars of White Tiger Seven Stars above coursed, their brightness visible even during the day, surpassing that of the past by more than four times, displaying the same thing.

    Since the Divine Weapons had appeared in this world, over three thousand years.

    The strongest White Tiger Sect has now emerged.

    ...

    And Li Guanyi, in his “dream” upon entering the realm, saw something different.