Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 84: Arriving a Year Early?

Two kilometers away.

Looking at the mushroom cloud rising in the distance, I thought, "Holy crap, where did that nuclear bomb come from?"

One seeker of the Dharma complained as he circulated his internal magical power. Around him, dozens of seekers of the Dharma exerted their power simultaneously, their immense magical power weaving together to form a semi-transparent, pale golden barrier that forcefully blocked the oncoming shockwave from a distance of over a hundred meters.

This was a trivial matter for them. After all, the Dharma body of those seeking the Dharma was extremely powerful, and even modern technological weapons, such as nuclear bombs, could hardly pose a fatal threat to truly powerful beings.

Therefore, their techniques are almost all designed to "target people".

Its power is highly concentrated, with a kill radius limited to within 100 meters, and its energy utilization rate is terrifyingly high. If it were to be unleashed, even a Central Divine Power would be enough to create a mushroom cloud.

As for the effect, it's about the same as pricking someone with an embroidery needle—futile and pointless.

This also aroused their confusion.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a battle between powerful cultivators?" another cultivator frowned. "Why would there be nuclear weapons?"

At the epicenter of the explosion.

Baili Yuan stood at the very center of the nuclear explosion, protecting Shi Guagua behind him, his body enveloped in a thin, dark red light membrane. Outside the membrane was plasma with a temperature exceeding one million degrees Celsius, a chain reaction that was destroying everything.

It can be inside the light film...

His hair wasn't messy at all.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Shi Guagua moved closer to the light membrane, almost touching it with his nose, and curiously looked at the blazing white, churning, expanding and contracting scene of destruction outside.

"As expected of my boss at Little Stones, he's ruthless when he makes a move." She gave a thumbs up, but a look of doubt appeared on her face. "But isn't this—aren't we being a bit too conspicuous?"

She had been enveloped by Lu Mingfei's Time Zero Domain, so for her, it was just a blink of an eye—one second she was eating barbecue and watching a show, and the next second the outside world had turned into this apocalyptic scene.

She naturally assumed that her boss had done it.

After all, in her mind, who else but her own boss could cause such a commotion?

"That kid did it."

Baili Yuan said calmly.

Shi Guagua was taken aback: "Huh?"

He used a method...

"A very interesting tactic."

Baili Yuan watched the molten material outside the light membrane gradually cool and settle, "He blew himself up, and wanted to take me with him."

"Oh—" Shi Guagua drawled, nodding as if she understood, "Then boss, are you alright?"

"fine."

Baili Yuan raised his hand, and dark red magic power surged from his palm, transforming into countless fine tentacles that probed into the still violently boiling plasma.

The tentacles trembled slightly under the high temperature and pressure, yet they still steadily searched for every trace of residual energy.

After a moment, he withdrew his tentacles and sighed softly.

"What a pity, you got away, you from another world."

Shi Guagua blinked: "He ran away? Wasn't he blown up?"

"It was blown up," Baili Yuan said, opening his palm. "But he's not dead."

Gone but not dead? What kind of statement is that?

Shi Guagua scratched his head, thought for three seconds, and then gave up thinking. "So, boss, what do we need to do now?"

"go home."

Baili Yuan did not hesitate for a moment.

He glanced in a distant direction—there, an extremely powerful magical field was rushing towards him at an astonishing speed, its aura sharp as a drawn sword.

"It's not time for me to meet him yet," he said softly, a hint of apprehension in his voice for the first time.

"oh."

Shi Guagua didn't ask any questions, but just skipped and hopped to Baili Yuan's side.

Since her boss said she was going home, then she, as her apprentice, should go home too.

Baili Yuan raised his hand and gently slashed through the void. Space was torn open like a piece of cloth, revealing a deep, dark red vortex behind it.

The two stepped into the vortex.

The crack closed.

Boom!

A figure arrived at the edge of the molten pit almost simultaneously.

Dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, with long black hair reaching his waist, and heterochromatic eyes—one yellow and one green—he was none other than the current Grand Master of Penglai Island.

He hovered in the air, his long hair moving without wind, his heterochromatic eyes coldly sweeping over the flowing lava at the bottom of the pit and the lingering magical field.

"Damn, running that fast?"

He spoke softly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

But the next moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

My gaze fell on a spot at the bottom of the pit where a faint, almost vanished trace remained...

A familiar scent.

"But why does the other side's magic field seem..."

,

He crouched down and lightly touched the charred rock surface with his fingertips.

Close your eyes.

Three seconds later, he opened his eyes.

For the first time, a clear and undeniable look emerged in those heterochromatic eyes—

consternation.

"This is...

""

On the rooftop of an old residential building in Shanghai.

A boy stood by the railing, gazing blankly at the distant sea.

He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes held a weariness that didn't match his age, as well as... a certain indescribable sense of alienation.

It was as if he was alienated from the world.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

A woman's voice came from behind him.

A girl wearing a black jacket and with neat short hair walked up to him and also looked at the distant sea.

There, a dazzling light had just flashed, and unnatural holes remained in the clouds.

"Senior sister, what's wrong over there?" the young man asked softly.

"According to the World God Group's intelligence, there seem to be powerful beings fighting in that direction."

The short-haired girl pulled a lollipop from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and popped it into her mouth. "The commotion was ridiculously loud, it even seemed like... a nuclear bomb had been detonated."

"A nuclear bomb?" The boy turned his head, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes. "In the city center?"

"Hmm," the girl nodded, her expression serious. "Based on the energy detection, it's most likely correct. No magical fluctuations were detected during the destructive eruption. If there's no magical power... it can only be due to the influence of technology."

"Technology?" the boy murmured, looking back at the sea, his fingers unconsciously tracing the mottled rust on the railing.

The sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent, and something more subtle, something only he could sense.

He whispered, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, "But why—do I feel like there's something very familiar there?"

He closed his eyes.

Death is like a cool night, a time for peaceful, carefree sleep.

Lu Mingfei felt truly at peace, peacefully asleep, peacefully slumbering, his consciousness floating like a feather in the boundless darkness.

Light, free, and unburdened.

Everything seemed to become unimportant.

The mysteries of the universe? The meaning of life?

Life is like a dream; sometimes we lose our way, but as long as we sincerely repent and want to change...

No, what is he confessing to?

Throughout his life, Lu Mingfei's actions, while not exactly upright and honest, were at least indicative of a clear conscience.

..Bar?

What a mess this is!

Am I—

Did he hallucinate from death?

He tried to clear his thoughts, but his consciousness was like a murky pool of water; the more he tried to sort it out, the more chaotic it became. Then, why did he feel a slight pricking sensation on his back?

He instinctively twisted his back, trying to adjust his posture. Then—he froze, completely still.

He realized something was wrong.

"Holy crap, I'm not dead!?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly sat up, opened his eyes and looked around. What came into view was an ordinary thatched house.

The room was simply furnished: a dilapidated wooden stool leaned against the wall; a stove made of adobe bricks, with unburnt ashes still remaining in the firebox; and walls plastered with yellow mud, covered with cracks, through which a few rays of sunlight shone, casting dappled patterns on the mud floor.

He looked down—

I was lying on a "bed" made of hay. The hay wasn't very thick, and I could clearly feel the hard ground beneath. The prickly sensation I'd felt earlier was from a few untied hay stalks poking my back.

Lu Mingfei looked down at his own body.

Completely naked, without a single piece of clothing.

"this...

""

He propped himself up on the straw bed, his steps unsteady.

With a slight thought, his magical power condensed into a simple cloth garment and wrapped around his body. Although his innate supernatural power was not functioning smoothly, he could still barely use this basic technique.

I walked to the door—a simple door made of branches and vines, barely enough to keep out the wind, but with gaps large enough to fit a hand through.

He pushed open the door.

light.

The blinding light made him squint.

After a few seconds of adjustment, the scene before me gradually became clear—

A wide, overgrown wasteland stretched all the way to the foot of the distant mountains. The mountains were bluish-gray with soft outlines, their peaks shrouded in a thin mist. The sky was a deep blue, like washed glass, with a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily by.

There are no tall buildings, no highways, and not even utility poles.

"Everything is normal," except for the empty acupoints.

The innate supernatural power operates sluggishly, like a rusty gear, causing a slight stinging sensation with each activation. Although it is not completely ineffective, it needs time to be nurtured.

The other supernatural power remained stable.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom of the World Tree quietly took root, its branches and leaves flowing with an ancient and peaceful vitality. It was not greatly affected and still maintained its basic connections and cycles.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If the World Tree's powers were also damaged, he would probably be reduced to ashes the moment he stayed in this world.

The law of cause and effect in this world of seeking the Dharma is no joke.

Lu Mingfei regained his composure and sensed the two completely different states of the supernatural powers within his body: one was half-dead and needed rest, while the other was as steady as a mountain, spinning on its own.

"In that case..." he muttered to himself, "I'm not dead, but my innate supernatural power needs to be restored."

"that is...

'

"I can't go back for the time being?"

Just as Lu Mingfei was in a daze, a male voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"You...you're awake?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw a boy carrying a basket looking at him.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with straw ropes tied around his arms and wearing tattered hemp clothes.

The clothes were covered with countless stitches, and pieces of rags of different colors were pieced together, like a collage of poverty.

This is a poor boy.

This was Lu Mingfei's first impression.

At that moment, the boy wore a simple smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Lu Mingfei: "That's great, it seems you're alright!"

"Did you pick me up?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yeah," the boy scratched his head, looking apologetic, "I'm sorry, I can only put you on the bed because I don't have money to buy you medicine..."

He put down the basket on his back, which contained some wild vegetables and a few dry branches. Then he went to the stove, scooped a ladle of water from the water vat, and handed it to Lu Mingfei: "Have some water. You've been unconscious for three days, and your lips are all chapped."

Lu Mingfei took the water ladle, but did not drink it immediately. He looked at the boy and then at the dilapidated thatched house.

Three days? He was unconscious for three days.

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei said softly, then tilted his head back to drink water.

The water was clear, with a hint of earth and grass root flavor, but it was very thirst-quenching.

After finishing his water, he handed the ladle back, wondering, "What year and month is it now?"

"This is Changsha Prefecture, the thirty-first year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign," the boy replied naturally as he took the water ladle.

The 31st year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign?

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment.

Converted to the 31st year of the Guangxu reign...

...1905 AD?

Isn't this still the era of Tongyue Ling's successor? Is this being sent back to him again?

But then Lu Mingfei realized something was wrong. He had overheard Gao Haoguang and Jiang Mingzi's conversation earlier, in which they mentioned a year, which seemed to be—the 32nd year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign? That is, 1906.

But he is now in 1905, it seems he... arrived a year too early?

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