Chapter 400 - 399: Summoning Rain, Shaking Heaven and Earth

Ku Ming’s face paled.

"The Power of the White Tiger!"

He immediately raised his voice, directing his warning toward Lin Yuan and Bai Qingyue.

"It is an innate phenomenon of his bloodline! Bai Sha possesses nineteen lives, allowing him to manifest nineteen phantom Primordial Spirits that sustain his existence. Even if his body is completely destroyed, another phantom Primordial Spirit can be consumed to restore him!"

The monk’s expression grew increasingly grave.

"You must kill him nineteen times, or find a way to destroy the source of his regeneration!"

Bai Qingyue tightened her grip on the bow.

Nineteen lives.

The revelation explained how Bai Sha had survived an attack that should have killed him, but it also presented a much greater problem. Even if the Sun Shooting Bow could destroy his body repeatedly, she would need to overcome the same terrifying regeneration every time.

Worse still, the Demon Lord had already begun moving again.

Bai Sha’s golden eyes settled upon her.

"Now, let us see how long you can continue firing."

He surged forward.

Ku Ming immediately stepped between the Demon Lord and the Golden Immortal Beast, summoning the Indestructible Karmic Wheel with all the power he could muster.

Golden Buddhist light erupted across the sky.

The wheel expanded, forming a massive barrier before the approaching White Tiger.

Bai Sha struck it with the force of a meteor.

CRACK!

The barrier fractured instantly.

The enormous impact sent Ku Ming flying backward, and the monk coughed a mouthful of golden blood as the remaining force tore through his defenses. His body was thrown away from the Golden Immortal Beast, leaving him struggling to stabilize himself in the turbulent sky.

Bai Sha did not stop.

He lunged over the shattered barrier, his claws extending toward Bai Qingyue. His intention was clear: seize the Sun Shooting Bow, destroy its wielder, and eliminate the weapon that had inflicted such damage upon him.

Bai Qingyue began drawing the string again.

However, Bai Sha was already within striking distance.

The Demon Lord’s enormous claw swept toward her, carrying enough force to tear through her body and the artifact in her hands.

Before the attack could land, Lin Yuan stepped forward.

He placed himself directly between Bai Sha and his wife, his crimson robes fluttering as golden-purple thunder spread across his body.

The space around him trembled.

His deep purple eyes burned with the tri-colored radiance of the Dao Fruit of Three Rebirths, while the Five Great Secret Realms within his True Elemental Body began circulating in harmony.

He did not retreat.

Instead, he stared at the approaching White Tiger with an expression of absolute calm.

"You have nineteen lives," Lin Yuan said, his voice low enough to be almost drowned out by the roaring winds. "Then I will collect every single one."

Bai Sha’s claws descended.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand.

The surrounding rain suddenly stopped falling.

For a fraction of a second, every droplet hanging in the air became perfectly still, reflecting the golden-purple light of the thunder gathering around Lin Yuan.

Then he spoke.

"Summoning Rain, Shaking Heaven and Earth."

The words were not a mere declaration.

They were the invocation of an Origin spell, a technique that drew upon the foundational principles of existence rather than relying solely on ordinary spiritual Qi.

The rain reversed its direction.

Millions of droplets shot upward, gathering into a vast vortex above Lin Yuan. Silver-blue water intertwined with golden-purple thunder, and the two energies began circulating around one another in an increasingly complex pattern.

The vortex expanded.

Its outer edges spread across the sky, covering the ruined Grand Court and swallowing the surrounding demonic miasma. The pressure generated by the spell forced the remaining demons to retreat, while the orthodox cultivators below looked upward in astonishment.

Something enormous was taking shape within the storm.

A colossal dragon emerged from the swirling rain.

Its body was formed entirely from Origin Rain and Thunder, with scales resembling translucent silver-blue water and veins of golden-purple lightning running beneath its surface. Its enormous horns extended through the clouds, while its eyes shone with the authority of a law that had existed long before the present battlefield.

The dragon opened its mouth.

Its roar shook the very foundations of the surrounding space.

This was not an ordinary spirit beast, nor was it a creature summoned through the conventional methods of cultivation.

It was a living manifestation of the Origin principles contained within Lin Yuan’s spell.

The Rain Dragon possessed no ordinary flesh, no conventional demonic core, and no independent body that could be destroyed through physical force alone. Its existence was sustained by the conceptual authority of Origin energy.

That distinction was crucial.

Bai Sha’s strength came from his cultivation, his physical body, and the terrifying power of his White Tiger bloodline. His slaughter intent could overwhelm ordinary techniques, while his regeneration allowed him to recover from injuries that should have been fatal.

But the Rain Dragon operated according to a different principle.

It represented the authority of Origin Rain and Thunder, and that authority possessed conceptual priority over techniques relying solely on ordinary spiritual Qi or demonic energy.

Bai Sha’s golden eyes widened as the dragon descended.

He swung his claws toward its enormous head, gathering his slaughter intent into a concentrated attack capable of tearing through the surrounding space.

The claws passed into the Rain Dragon’s body.

For an instant, the water distorted around them.

Then the Origin energy surged.

The slaughter intent surrounding Bai Sha’s claws dissolved beneath the higher authority of the spell, washed away as though it were an impurity caught in a powerful current.

The Demon Lord’s expression changed.

He attempted to withdraw his arm, but the Rain Dragon had already closed its enormous jaws around his upper body.

The collision shook the sky.

Bai Sha was driven backward, his massive body pinned within the dragon’s coils as the Origin Rain compressed around him. The force was no longer merely physical. It attacked the structure of his demonic energy, suppressing the circulation that allowed him to unleash his full strength.

For the first time since his resurrection, the Demon Lord was forced to struggle.

Lin Yuan moved with the dragon.

He appeared directly before Bai Sha, his right fist surrounded by golden-purple thunder and the concentrated power of the Qilin Secret Realm.

The White Tiger attempted to turn his head.

Lin Yuan’s fist struck first.

CRACK!