Chapter 375 : You're Quite Weak
While there was chaos outside the legacy space, the one who remained unaware inside the space this time was Jiang Mo.
Zhu Baiyi had guessed correctly; this was indeed a divine beast's legacy space. At the moment of entering the space, Jiang Mo uncontrollably reverted to her White Tiger original form, not as the majestic adult White Tiger, but in the appearance of a cub befitting her age.
Jiang Mo raised her paw to look at it, then turned her head to observe her surroundings, immediately becoming extremely vigilant—she was certainly not unfamiliar with this appearance, but as she matured, changing her size, whether larger or smaller, had become effortless. However, the present situation was different. She could feel a special force in the universe compelling her to maintain this form; neither growing larger nor transforming into human form was possible.
With her abilities suppressed, Jiang Mo was already on high alert, and after clearly seeing her surroundings, her vigilance only increased rather than diminished. This was because there was nothing around her—her surroundings seemed like a void, and all she could see beyond herself was darkness.
"Who's there? Who's here?" Jiang Mo vigilantly stamped her foot. Though it appeared to be a void beneath, she still stood firmly in place.
No one answered her, however, and her surroundings remained unchanged, showing no difference despite her questioning. She waited patiently, then waited some more, but the naturally impatient tiger gradually became agitated. Her fluffy tiger paws stepped on the void, as the Little White Tiger attempted to return to her Innate Space, but she failed—for the first time in her life, she failed!
Jiang Mo's uneasiness grew. She called out to the system in her mind: "System, system, do you know where this is? Why can't I return to my Innate Space?"
The system was becoming less helpful in more and more situations, but it wasn't entirely useless. For instance, having someone to communicate with at this moment could provide reassurance.
But the system didn't respond. Jiang Mo called out several times in her mind, and the system still didn't respond—this was also a first. Feeling uneasy, she diverted some attention to search for the system in her sea of consciousness. She could sense the system's entity attached there, flickering incessantly, but communication between them seemed to have been severed.
Just then, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the void that had maintained darkness. A white glow ignited from an unknown source, gradually expanding, eventually occupying her entire field of vision. When Jiang Mo squinted to look more closely, she found her vision enveloped by a white light that gradually took form, becoming a majestic, enormous White Tiger.
Yes, the white light had transformed into a White Tiger, so massive it almost blotted out the sky. By comparison, even Jiang Mo's White Tiger form at full strength would only be considered a cub before this being.
Of course, the contrast now was even more stark—the tiger cub wasn't even as large as one of the other's paws.
But this comparison wasn't the most direct. When facing this enormous White Tiger, what Jiang Mo most directly felt was the aura it emanated. Even though the White Tiger before her was only a phantom, even though it harbored no malice toward her, the moment Jiang Mo directly faced it, she still felt a terrifying pressure descending like an avalanche, pressing down until her limbs weakened and she nearly prostrated herself on the ground.
Despite her perseverance in not collapsing, she still felt her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating, "thump, thump," as if about to leap out of her chest—for the first time, she even felt a threat to her life.
Fortunately, this sensation lasted only for a moment, as the White Tiger phantom quickly withdrew its pressure.
With this sudden release, Jiang Mo felt the pressure abruptly diminish, leaving her unable to support herself. She finally collapsed in exhaustion, then panted "huff, huff" incessantly, cold sweat nearly soaking her fur.
The White Tiger phantom silently observed her, its enormous tiger eyes exerting indescribable pressure...
After a moment, the White Tiger phantom finally withdrew its gaze, shaking its head and sighing: "This won't do, why are you so weak?"
The Little White Tiger rolled her eyes fiercely at these words. Fearing her gesture might be too subtle for the other to notice, she rolled onto her back, exposing her belly while rolling her eyes—exposing her belly didn't indicate she had relaxed her vigilance, but rather that her opponent was so powerful that it made no difference whether she showed her belly or not. Moreover, even without rolling over, she had no strength to resist, lying on the ground like a flattened tiger cake.
The White Tiger phantom seemed quite disdainful upon seeing this, its massive paw swiping once. Though a phantom, it seemed substantial, actually flipping the Little White Tiger back over. However, after being turned back, the small White Tiger still didn't move, simply lying flat on the ground.
This White Tiger from tens of thousands of years ago obviously didn't protect cubs like the divine beasts of today, but being of the same clan, it ultimately harbored no malice towards Jiang Mo. It was merely somewhat contemptuous of this unimpressive descendant, muttering "no good" repeatedly, making the Little White Tiger feel so depressed that she simply raised both paws to cover her ears, refusing to listen.
The White Tiger phantom was a bit displeased at this, but it had waited tens of thousands of years here and had only encountered this one descendant. Furthermore, being of the same clan, what could it do besides restraining its temper and tolerating her? Was it going to flatten her with one paw?!
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A divine beast's legacy space was a very mysterious place, not only cutting off all connections but even making time and space unclear. Within it, one could easily develop a sense of disorientation about time.
The White Tiger phantom was rather garrulous, not displaying the cold ruthlessness expected of a war god, probably due to being isolated for so long. But undeniably, this White Tiger from tens of thousands of years ago was truly formidable. Not only did it look down on Jiang Mo's decades of diligent practice, but it also possessed the ability to see through everything.
For instance, it saw through the fact that Jiang Mo hadn't received the true White Tiger legacy, including the inherited memories from her bloodline that had somehow been interrupted. Another example was the tiny "bug" hidden in her sea of consciousness—the system's concealment was completely transparent before it. If Jiang Mo hadn't previously experienced the Heavenly Dao's Inquiry of the Heart and fully merged with this physical form early on, her identity as an otherworldly soul would likely have been seen through at a glance.
Perhaps the White Tiger phantom had seen through it but, having noticed traces of the Heavenly Dao on her, tacitly accepted this fact and chose not to specifically point it out.
In any case, before this White Tiger phantom, Jiang Mo constantly felt as if she had nowhere to hide.
The White Tiger phantom also perceived her unease but didn't comment on it, only saying: "From your appearance, I can tell there aren't many divine beasts left outside. The world has been damaged, making it difficult to nurture divine beasts. This place isn't conducive to your growth either; it would be better for you to ascend early."
The Little White Tiger sat obediently before it, no longer showing her initial presumption, honestly replying: "I understand, and I have been cultivating diligently. Look, I'm not even a hundred years old, yet I've already reached the Fusion realm cultivation—I'm much more hardworking than other divine beasts." As she spoke, her tail wagged behind her, clearly displaying her pride.
However, the White Tiger phantom seemed to dislike her complacency. It raised a paw and placed it on the Little White Tiger's head. Though it was merely a pat and not particularly forceful, it immediately pressed Jiang Mo flat to the ground.
The White Tiger phantom shook its head again: "See? I told you you're quite weak. What use is just looking at cultivation realm?"
The Little White Tiger, pressed so hard she couldn't even raise her head, still managed to scrabble her small tiger paws on the ground several times. Though she didn't speak, it was clear she remained unconvinced—she certainly knew that cultivation realm didn't represent everything. Back when her level was artificially inflated, she already understood the importance of combat power, but after years of effort, her combat power was clearly far above others at the same level!
The White Tiger phantom immediately saw through her defiance and coldly snorted: "Not convinced? Or are you comparing a divine beast's combat power with humans?!" Its tone was full of disdain.
The Little White Tiger paused upon hearing this, then emitted a "hmph" through her nose, effectively acknowledging the other's assessment.
Seeing her admit it, the White Tiger phantom gave her a deep look of disappointment, perhaps lamenting the deterioration of later generations in its heart. But it didn't say much more, merely condensing a point of faint light on its tiger paw, then projecting it into the Little White Tiger's mind. She immediately received a memory fragment from the White Tiger phantom...
It was a battle, but from an observer's perspective, it resembled an epic scene—an enormous Azure Dragon coiled across the entire sky, its massive dragon eyes coldly gazing down, with a terrifying aura pressing down like thousands of pounds. For the weak, just one glance would be enough to make one's heart cold with fear, even giving rise to inner demons. But the war god White Tiger was clearly not among them. With a roar, it soared skyward.
This was a true battle between dragon and tiger. Moving mountains and filling seas, tearing apart space—things terrifying to ordinary mortals were just casual strikes for these two fearsome beings.
Jiang Mo had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. Even the battle between orthodox and demonic cultivators on Mingzong Mountain years ago, where both sides deployed Grand Achievement realm masters' attacks, could only be considered child's play compared to what she now witnessed. As for the cultivation realm she had been so proud of, it was laughably insignificant before these two giant beasts. More notably, the White Tiger phantom, residing in the cultivation world, clearly hadn't ascended in terms of realm.
The tiger cub suddenly very much wanted to know: just how powerful was Divine Lord Zhiming?