Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 167: Chapter 149: Silly Girl, Do You Really Think I Know Nothing?

“I, Xiao Mo, will protect Bai Ruxue with this Saint’s Heart as she crosses her tribulation!”

Xiao Mo’s voice resounded between heaven and earth.

As Xiao Mo finished speaking, the last wisp of the Confucian Ancestor Saint’s Residual Soul withdrew its gaze. It looked up at the heavens, its eyes impossibly deep. “It seems this is all fate.”

The Confucian Ancestor Saint’s Residual Soul scattered on the wind.

Xiao Mo’s Saint’s Heart also began to fade, transforming into an ink-black wind.

Like a sharp blade, the wind sliced through the chains that bound Bai Ruxue. It then coalesced into an ink dragon and soared into the heavens.

BOOM!

The ink dragon slammed into the heavens, and a tremendous roar echoed across the world.

Immediately after, a sound like shattering glass followed.

It was as if the ink dragon had smashed something to smithereens.

ROOOAR! A dragon’s cry shook the heavens and the earth!

This draconic cry came from high in the heavens—from the Dragon Fortune that had been sealed away for ten thousand years.

As if it had gone berserk, the Dragon Fortune poured down, surging madly toward Bai Ruxue.

Bai Ruxue, who had been utterly exhausted, felt her strength and Spiritual Power rapidly recovering. Even the wounds on her body seemed to hurt less.

The Dharma Aspects of the Human Race Ancestors, which had been condensed from lightning, all withdrew their gazes from the heavens and looked toward Bai Ruxue once more.

Their forms dissipated, coalescing in the air into a simple, ancient longsword.

How could Xiao Mo not recognize this sword?

It was the Dragon-slaying Sword, forged by the Human Race Ancestors.

Although this Dragon-slaying Sword was formed from lightning, its power against the Dragon Race was in no way inferior to the original weapon.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

The Dragon-slaying Sword streaked through the air, an azure stream of light aimed directly at Xiao Mo.

Having interfered in the tribulation, Xiao Mo was now a target of the Celestial Tribulation. It would not let him go.

First, it would slay the foolhardy Cultivator who dared interfere with the Thunder Tribulation. Then, it would slay the Flood Dragon in the midst of its trial!

Xiao Mo watched the Dragon-slaying Sword fly toward him, his expression calm, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

ROOOAR!

The cry of a White Dragon erupted from behind Xiao Mo.

A massive white dragon phantom soared into the air to face the Dragon-slaying Sword, determined to prevent it from touching her beloved in the slightest!

Beneath the black, heavy clouds, a bolt of lightning streaked across the dim sky, suddenly illuminating the world. The flash of lightning glinted off a silver-white dragon’s head and the azure Dragon-slaying Sword—the two were less than a few feet apart!

KRAKOOM!

The dragon’s head collided with the Dragon-slaying Sword.

The white Spiritual Power and the blue lightning sent ripples spreading out in circles, like a stone dropped onto the surface of a lake.

The ripples spread through the air until they vanished at the horizon.

DONG…

DONG…

DONG…

The chime of the Dao echoed from the heavens like an ancient bell, each toll ancient and profound.

The clouds gradually parted. A ray of sunlight pierced through a crack in the dark canopy, shining down on Bai Ruxue’s scar-covered body.

A cyan glow, like a swarm of fireflies, merged into the White Dragon’s body.

Before everyone’s eyes, the wounds on her body healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Her originally charred scales flaked off, falling like a heavy snow.

New, silver-white Dragon Scales grew in their place, arranged in tight, perfect rows.

Her head, which had once borne some resemblance to the Snake Race, was now completely different.

The silver-white dragon head was majestic and dignified, with a broad, noble brow.

The short, unbranched horns on her head had now grown into a complete pair of draconic horns, resembling both sea coral and deer antlers. The pair was a crystalline silver-white, flawlessly translucent.

The claws on her four limbs had changed from four-toed to five-toed. A continuous dorsal fin ran from her neck all the way to her tail, which ended in an elegant fin.

Compared to her original three-hundred-zhang body.

Bai Ruxue’s form now stretched for well over four hundred zhang.

Her silver-white True Dragon body glistened in the sunlight, like the Creator’s most perfect masterpiece. It was as if this was the very image of perfection in the world.

Everyone stared in a trance, their minds completely blank…

After ten thousand long years.

A True Dragon had once again appeared before them.

Furthermore, Bai Ruxue’s transformation into a dragon meant that the ten-thousand-year seal the Human Race Ancestors had placed on the Dragon Race’s Qi Fortune was completely broken.

From now on, those with dragon blood would no longer be lambs for the Human Race Cultivators to slaughter at will!

“So truly beautiful…”

Xiao Mo gazed at the perfect draconic form, a smile touching his lips.

With his final wisp of Spiritual Power exhausted, Xiao Mo plummeted from the sky.

But his eyes still reflected the silhouette of the White Dragon, a figure as white as snow and as sacred as a god.

It was as if he wanted to sear her image into his mind in the final moments of his life.

Bai Ruxue dove after the falling Xiao Mo.

Just as the White Dragon’s head was about to touch Xiao Mo, her draconic form dissolved into streams of white light, receding like a great white tide.

In its place, a woman reached out a fair, slender hand, catching his and pulling him into her embrace as they landed safely on the ground.

High in the sky, the assembled Cultivators hovered, looking down and surrounding Bai Ruxue. However, the scene they had just witnessed was so shocking—and her new level of power so unknown—that for the moment, no one dared to make a move.

On the ground below, Bai Ruxue clutched Xiao Mo to her chest. She stared at the empty cavity in his torso, swallowing hard. Her lips trembled, and it seemed as if uttering a single syllable would be enough to make tears spill from her mist-covered, golden, slitted pupils.

But in the end, she couldn’t hold them back. Crystalline tears welled up, wetting her silver-white eyelashes.

“Silly girl, what are you crying for?” Xiao Mo reached out and gently wiped her tears away. “You see? It’s just like we talked about back at Bailu Academy. I’ve become a Saint, and you’ve become a True Dragon.”

“And I told you, didn’t I?” Xiao Mo said, smiling at her breathtaking face. “Your dragon form is truly beautiful.”

“From now on… from now on, I’ll show you whenever you want. As long as you don’t get tired of it, I’ll show you for my entire life…”

Bai Ruxue’s voice was choked with sobs. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto Xiao Mo and soaking his green robes.

“An entire life…”

Xiao Mo smiled at her, his eyes gentle and his voice as soft as the wind.

“Ruxue, a lifetime is too long, and yet it’s also too short. For you, a hundred years pass like a single year. For a human, a hundred years is an entire life. After this life is over, don’t be as stubborn as you were in your past life. You must live on, and live well.”

“Xiao Mo… you… what are you talking about…”

Bai Ruxue’s eyes widened as a sudden thought surfaced in her mind.

“Silly girl, did you really think I didn’t know?”

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…

Xiao Mo coughed up mouthfuls of hot blood as he reached up and tore the silver-white Snake Scale Pendant from his neck.

“Ruxue, thousands of years ago, when you gave me this Snake Scale, you told me that if I ever grew tired of you, I shouldn’t chase you away. Instead, I should secretly place this scale under my pillow. You said that once you saw it, you would leave quietly on your own.

But, Ruxue.

This time, I’m afraid I have to be the one to send you away.

From now on, don’t ever look for me again.”