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

Chapter 1004

"Star Lords reunite?" Bai Lang stared wide-eyed at the words on the quartz plate. "What is this?" The next second, the huge white tiger compressed and disappeared in a flash.

The next second, Bai Lang stood in the void, completely bewildered. "I didn't even have time to eat a few more Japanese devils," he muttered, and then he saw a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on a cloud, looking at him.

"You must know what's going on?" Bai Lang said. "I know, Suzaku has been born, and his route is similar to yours—have you watched One Piece? The routes in the New World are similar, so the new generation will meet and fight." Qian Shan Zhenren said with a grin.

"So you'll have to be sucked in, you know? After that, we'll go our separate ways. If you encounter the Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise again and get close, you'll have to go too. The gathering of the Four Saints is something that will happen after the great ones created the world—I think that's a long way off." Zhou Xianda clapped his hands. "Alright, enough of this nonsense. It's really important to go now. Maybe you two can get along."

"The Vermilion Bird has been born?" Bai Lang was quite surprised. "I thought I was unique and unparalleled, but it turns out I'm really one of the Four Spirits. My prestige is gone." The next second, he turned into a shooting star and crashed into a world.

This White Tiger Guardian God fell into the ravine with a thud. If his body hadn't been as hard as steel, he would have been completely disoriented from the fall.

"Am I being treated like a wild beast again?" Putting everything else aside, just looking at the white waves of his own claws was incredibly frustrating. "Who the hell wants to be a wild beast?!"

"What year, what month, and what place is this? This is a desolate, barren wasteland. The living conditions must be terrible." Forget about speaking human language; all he could manage was muttering curses.

Bai Lang didn't even bother to look at what he actually looked like—his dull, striped, and spotted tan fur proved that he wasn't the powerful white tiger he once was, but rather some kind of more basic feline.

Feeling listless, Bai Lang decided to find a place to take a nap first. Just then, a cawing sound came from the sky. Bai Lang looked up and saw a large, bluish-red bird. He immediately recognized it as the Vermilion Bird.

The large bird's voice seemed to say, "Are you laughing at me, kid?" The White Wave Emperor Engine started up, and the thunderous roar of tigers and leopards resounded, culminating in a final roar.

The large bird in the sky laughed so hard it did a somersault before swooping down and gliding to land near the white waves.

It was a large bird, and Bai Lang immediately recognized it as a raptor that had never been seen before—long legs and a long neck, standing over two meters tall, and its wingspan was over five meters. Just by looking at its beak, you could tell it was a formidable creature.

This world is an objective materialist world with extremely tight constraints. Whether it is the Vermilion Bird or the White Tiger, their divine power is limited to themselves and mutual resonance, and they cannot even communicate by brainwaves.

Not to mention any language communication, can cats speak the same language as birds?

Seeing that Zhuque was now in the same bird-like state, and even pooped right in front of him, Bai Lang burst into laughter. Of course, it was the Emperor Engine, hahaha.

With his mood improving, Bai Lang finally had the time to examine himself, only to discover that the Vermilion Bird was writing on the ground with its claws. "Don't look at it too much. It's just one of the super-sized saber-toothed tigers. I originally thought it would be a rather slender prehistoric saber-toothed tiger, but it doesn't look like it at all."

Bai Lang then realized that he could clearly feel two saber teeth protruding from his lips. "A saber-toothed tiger?" Only members of this family have saber-like teeth.

Its height was also higher in the front and lower in the back, and its tail was of an uneven length. "Your face looks weird, buddy," Suzaku wrote on the ground.

Bai Lang copied him, writing on the ground with his claws, "Where's a puddle where I can look in the water? I want to see what's wrong." Then he wiped the words off the ground, "By the way, what's your name?" The large bird opposite him tilted its head and glanced at Bai Lang, writing on the ground with its claws, "Jin Tao, and you?"

After writing the two characters "Bai Lang," Bai Lang nodded his big head and made a gurgling sound. He knew very well that the guy opposite him who had chuckled was expressing the same exclamation as him, "This name is really quite fitting, 'A white jade pillar supporting the sky, a purple gold beam spanning the sea'!"

Jin Tao, with Bai Lang in tow, could easily spot the few pools of water in the mountains from the sky—deep in the mountains, in some remote places, there was still some water even during a severe drought.

If all else fails, the Ming Tombs Reservoir is very close by, so you can take a picture there too.

Bai Lang had already estimated his height and weight through Jin Tao. In his current form, his shoulder height was about two meters, his body length was about four meters, and his weight was likely over five hundred kilograms, making him the largest feline, bar none.

He was even larger than most ancient bears, and his pair of saber-like teeth, which were about twenty centimeters long, didn't seem particularly exaggerated.

When it comes to running, Bai Lang discovered that this body is not actually good at long-distance pursuit, but has excellent short-distance explosive power, especially since this physique is clearly that of a hunter who can suppress others with strength.

There's a pond in the valley, only a little over a meter deep and about twenty square meters in area, enough to make a mirror.

So Bai Lang covered his face when he saw the photo, "Oh, damn, that's weird!" It was indeed quite weird—because the face wasn't exactly that of a lion, tiger, or some other long-faced feline. The face was rather short and felt like a combination of a human and a tiger's face.

Jin Tao wrote on the ground, “Classic of Mountains and Seas? This reminds me of the Taotie from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.” So this is the normal form of the White Tiger?

This creature does indeed have a tiger-like body, a combination of a tiger's and a human's face. Its fur isn't as vibrant as a tiger's, but it still has brown markings on its tan fur.

Perhaps in real history there really were similar large saber-toothed felines—after all, this guy had a short face, and animals with short faces always look somewhat like human faces.

Alright, the question of what it looks like has been resolved, and Zhuque also told Bailang the current year and place, to which Bailang grumbled and cursed.

These days there aren't many wild animals in the mountains. You'd probably have to go deep into the Yanshan or Taihang Mountains to find them. Given where they are now, it's already quite remarkable that they have mice and rabbits.

The beast and the bird of prey exchanged glances, but the Vermilion Bird wrote on the ground, "Anyway, I survived for a few days by eating people."

Bai Lang scratched the back of his ear with his foot and sighed. "I have no choice but to steal livestock from the nearby commune to eat." Zhu Que shrugged in a very human way. "Then let's eat together?" he wrote.

It was quite surprising that the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird seemed to get along well and didn't seem incompatible at all.

"During a disaster, are there really that many livestock to eat?" This was the thought on both of their minds.

(End of this chapter)