Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1002

The Jurchens made a mistake in this battle, and at that time the Mongol cavalry was indeed strong enough, and they also had a numerical advantage in every area.

So they had to gnaw at it piece by piece, annihilating the Jin Dynasty's main force and elite troops, leaving them with no way out but to meet their end.

The Jin dynasty only lasted for a little over a hundred years, and it was indeed not as powerful as the Liao dynasty, let alone the Song dynasty.

Bai Lang took a long breath, swallowing all the murderous aura, then sneezed and turned to return to the depths of the cave to slumber once more.

The Song Dynasty won't collapse so quickly, and what does it matter to him how the Song Dynasty dies?

It's just your own fault.

This slumber will probably last for two or three hundred years at most. Bai Lang thinks that when he wakes up next time, it will be in the Ming Dynasty, and he will still be the Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince.

Time flies in the mountains, and the cave entrance was eventually completely covered by vines. This place is deep in the Yanshan Mountains and rarely visited by people. Even herb gatherers dare not go so deep.

At that time, the Yanshan-Taihang Mountains were home to tigers, leopards, bears, and wild boars; venturing too deep was like offering yourself up as meat.

The area where the White Tiger resides still exudes a trace of celestial energy, but this subtle and pervasive energy is not something that people are aware of, nor can it be calculated by diviners.

Only when the world suffers a severe drought for decades, and the vegetation on other mountains withers away, will you be able to tell that this place will still be beautiful and lush—within a radius of thirty miles.

Such a situation is extremely rare in history, but it happened this time—during the Chongzhen era of the late Ming Dynasty, the country suffered a severe drought, and much of the Yanshan Mountains were barren, but this one place remained lush and green.

Bai Lang did not awaken, but his White Tiger Divine Power slightly penetrated his body.

The terrain here is quite treacherous, and ordinary people cannot reach the depths of the Yanshan Mountains, so there were no refugees—they all died on the way before they could get here.

When the Ming and Qing dynasties changed hands, Bai Lang did not awaken—otherwise, the Tartars might not have been able to conquer the world.

Bai Lang could kill tens of thousands of heavily armored Tartars simply by relying on physical combat—he's really fast at killing people now that he's in his current size.

When he awoke again, even the Qing Dynasty was on the verge of collapse—an unprecedented upheaval had occurred, and foreign sailing ships appeared on the vast coastline.

The enormous white tiger exhaled, turning the vines covering the cave entrance to ashes, and the tiger slowly stepped out of the cave.

"How desolate and gloomy." The transverse bone in his throat had dissolved thousands of years ago, so of course he could speak human language.

As he breathed, Bai Lang sensed the stale, decaying energy of the past six days. "It seems that since the time of the First Emperor, this thousand-year-old imperial system is finally coming to an end. Within this stale, deathly energy, there is still a trace of nascent life."

"It is still my country. If it can improve itself, it can improve itself every day. China can always renew itself." Bai Lang was already on the mountaintop, and the giant tiger looked down at the vast land and rivers with great emotion.

The White Tiger's malevolent aura reaches to the heavens and the earth, dominating centuries of bloodshed and slaughter. Countless lives will be devoured, and a sea of ​​blood will be paid in exchange for a new heaven and earth.

"That never-setting sun," Bai Lang looked south, where a red sun had already risen, destined to change the world.

This is far removed from the ancient era of mythology. The Western White Tiger and White Wave still exist only because of the existence of the concept; otherwise, the gods and Buddhas would have long since vanished.

Bai Lang's physical existence still conforms to "physics," and he doesn't feel the immense pressure of objective materialism. Perched atop the mountain, Bai Lang watches the sunrise and sunset as if he has turned into stone.

No one came here. It wasn't a time of great drought; in fact, the climate in the late Qing Dynasty was quite good, much better than in the late Ming Dynasty.

“Although it’s already materialistic, there’s still some hope left. The dragon energy of the Manchu barbarians is about to be exhausted.” In Bai Lang’s eyes, he could already see the swarming lobster soldiers.

This is probably not the first Opium War, but it could very well be the second, or even the Eight-Nation Alliance.

Bai Lang had no intention of trying to save it, nor did he want to. How could a change of destiny be reversed?

Without enough bloodshed and death, how can the fate of a nation be easily reversed? Beneath the mandate of heaven lies a sea of ​​blood.

Bai Lang felt the divine power of the White Tiger on his body growing stronger and stronger. The wars and revolutions that would last for a hundred years in this country would eventually create a glorious destiny as the White Tiger's divine power was replenished.

Nothing could better demonstrate the power of the White Tiger than this. In fact, the entire revolution showcases the divine might of the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird, with the Azure Dragon also playing a part.

Bai Lang didn't rush to sleep this time; rather, his sleepiness had vanished.

Bai Lang had no intention of traveling the world—his current state was too shocking, and there was no need to do so many things.

"Only after entering the Dao did I understand what that thieving convict and the Yellow Book Daoist were talking about, what the constraints of the Heavenly Dao were. The so-called Heavenly Dao with its own will has disappeared." Bai Lang looked up at the sky. He could indeed move freely, but how could such a huge and strange tiger move at all?

If you run around there, won't you just be surrounded by onlookers?
Of course, it's more likely that the city was so frightened that everyone deserted.
So Bai Lang wandered in the mountains. At his level, he could survive without eating, and not eating did not affect his combat power at all.

In just a few days, Bai Lang had already wandered to a place where he could see the city walls on the mountain ridge.

"It hasn't been repaired at all. I never imagined it would have fallen into such a state of disrepair." What he saw was the Ming Great Wall.

In later generations, this place became a tourist attraction, but now it's just inhabited by local mountain people.
The giant tiger's front paws are gripping the city wall, and looking out, you can vaguely see the silhouette of the Eight-Armed Nezha City.

With a slight thought in his mind, Bai Lang used the mountains and forests to quickly approach the city of Sijiu.

The White Tiger, though belonging to the metal element, can also ride the wind. When it runs, the giant tiger's figure is completely obscured, with only the howling wind passing by.

This was the only divine might of the White Tiger in the world, sweeping in like a howling north wind.

The White Tiger's procession is anything but stealthy or clandestine; it is grand and majestic.

White waves, accompanied by gales and sandstorms, surged forth, the terrifying white tiger charging all the way to the foot of the city gate before finally halting. Its enormous body could fill the entire city gate archway.

The appearance of this enormous creature terrified the people and officials at the city gate, causing their legs to buckle and them to soil themselves. Some were even so frightened that they died.

At this time, it was crucial to defend the city, as the Anglo-French allied forces were about to attack Beijing. Bai Lang had circled around to face these foreigners—they hadn't arrived yet, but Bai Lang was prepared to see what they were up to.

"What a damn shame, it can't be restored to human form, otherwise I could shout 'You have science, I have divine power!' How awesome would that be?!"