A World Worth Protecting

by Stayrr

By the year 3029 CE, Earth’s technology has developed rapidly, borders no longer exist, and Earth has been unified, marking the beginning of the era of the Federation. At that time, a huge sword flew from the heavens, piercing the sun and causing a huge sensation on Earth. Perhaps because the scabbard of the sword was already in tatters, countless shards have broken off from it f

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Chapter 245: I Reign Supreme…

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Wang Baole started reminiscing about the good old days. Since he had gotten famous, many people had grown wary and cautious of his finger-bending killer move. As a result, he had to actively seek an opportunity to employ the move in each fight.

That made him yearn for the days when he was still not famous, for the feeling of having someone point their finger at him. At that moment… he could finally embrace those feelings of the past…

As the black-robed youth's finger shot towards his forehead, he happily raised his right hand and caught the youth's finger with an extremely practiced move. The devouring seed inside his body activated. As the strong suction force was triggered, he bent the finger upward forcefully!

"Call me Daddy!"

What kind of quirk is that? The expression on the youth's face changed. It wasn't that he hadn't come across people who were into bending fingers, but someone who bent fingers and asked their opponent to call him daddy? That was the first.

A surge of shame rose within him, and a cold glint flashed across the youth's eyes. He was a brutal and merciless character. He disregarded the extreme agony in his finger and didn't struggle to free it. Instead, black Qi surrounded his finger instantly, and the bandages on his hand ripped apart.

An earth-shattering force surged from his finger. It was sharp like a blade that could cut through everything around it. Upon closer look, one would see waves of inscriptions rippling off his finger and hitting against Wang Baole's palm!

"Let go!"

In his imagination, Wang Baole's palm would explode in the next instant and become a bloodied mess. That was, in fact, the viciousness of that particular attack. Many had perished under it.

But… something unexpected occurred!

The inscriptions that seemed capable of destroying everyone, upon hitting Wang Baole's palm, appeared to have landed on a wall of metal. Instead of causing damage to Wang Baole, they disintegrated as soon as they landed.

"You trying to scratch an itch for daddy? Are you trying to bully daddy 'cause he's a Dharmic Armament cultivator and is weak and can't fight? Is that why you're trying to rob me of my fragments?" Wang Baole glared. He was thick of flesh and hard of skin. His physical body had attained the Foundation Establishment realm. The youth's finger had struck a powerful attack, but its impact was slight. Wang Baole's leg abruptly kicked up and towards the youth's crotch!

What manner of attack is this again? Aiming for that place! The expression on the youth's face shifted. He could feel the winds stirred by Wang Baole's kick whipping fiercely against his trousers. His heart pumped fiercely as he struggled to escape, but Wang Baole's hand was like a pair of pincers that he couldn't free himself from. He could only raise his leg to block the attack. With a loud thud, his leg collided with Wang Baole's. As the sound rang in the air, the youth's face turned pale. He felt a strong force traveling through his entire body.

From his bones to his flesh to his blood, a tremor shook through his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn you Dharmic Armament cultivator! What's all that rubbish about being weak and not knowing how to fight!" The youth was on the verge of madness and howled in fury. He had never encountered a Dharmic Armament cultivator with a physical body that was a complete freak of nature.

He wasn't someone to be messed with as well. The youth used that sudden burst of energy between them and, deciding he could do without his finger, twisted upwards. A cracking sound of a forced break rang out. He raised his left hand in a fist and sent it flying viciously towards Wang Baole's face!

"Go to hell!" The youth howled. Wang Baole smiled mirthlessly. He released the finger the youth had broken himself, grabbed his wrist, and moved fluidly into the next step—twisting the next joint!

"Break!"

An excruciating pain more extreme than the previous agony sent the youth shuddering instantly. He cried out in pain as his wrist cracked and was instantly broken by Wang Baole!

Amidst the agony, his left fist flung towards Wang Baole paused. In the next moment… Wang Baole turned and grabbed hold of his left hand, bending it at the joint again!

"Break!"

Another cracking sound rang out. A pain even stronger than the previous one made the youth shudder violently. In that moment of danger, he bit the tip of his tongue immediately, spilling blood and activating a mystic technique. In an instant, a black light started erupting from his body.

The light was blinding and appeared like a black sun. It was the secret mystic art of the Galactic Dusk Sect. Upon eruption, a strong force expanded outwards in all directions.

Despite Wang Baole's Foundation Establishment realm level physical body, he was still driven back by the force of the attack. The youth used it to speed away. In a blink of an eye, he had put more than thirty yards between himself and Wang Baole.

At that moment, the youth had the feeling of having escaped the devil's clutches. His gaze at Wang Baole was filled with terror. He had never met such a foe in his entire life and had never suffered such a shameless defeat. His eyes were filled with confusion. He stared at his broken bones and his dangling palms that remained connected to his arms by limp muscles. Everything felt so surreal.

He's so powerful! Seems like I still have to work harder as a Dharmic Armament cultivator. Standing more than three hundred feet away, Wang Baole rubbed his chest in surprise. The earlier force of the attack had made him feel slightly sore. As he sighed in awe, he raised his right hand in a wave. Seventy to eighty puppets appeared in an instant.

"Come on, let's have a proper battle now!" Wang Baole sucked in a deep breath. As his spirit energy erupted from his body, the puppets surrounding him started to exude Spirit Qi. Quite a few of them started chirping as well.

The sight made the youth, who had been lost in a daze, shudder fiercely. When he heard the words "Dharmic Armament Cultivator", he could feel his heart skip a beat. He was alarmed by Wang Baole's puppets. Without hesitation, he turned and ran. His arms might be dangling uselessly from side to side, but his legs remained strong and fit and ran swiftly.

"Trying to escape? Leave your fragments behind!" Wang Baole glared. He swept his hand in a wave. The seventy to eighty puppets around him started chirping and chasing the youth!

From afar, the swarm of puppets was like a descending crowd of demons and the youth like a terrified little rabbit. His face drained of all color as he fled in terror.

Unfortunately… luck wasn't on the youth's side. Amidst his terrified escape, he didn't notice a rope falling from the skies. It was swift, like a bolt of lightning, and soundless. It seemed to exude a sort of perverse aura as it descended suddenly.

It appeared above the fleeing youth's head, approached speedily, and before the youth could notice anything amiss, wound itself five to six times around him, binding him tightly. The youth toppled straight to the ground.

What is going on! The youth was shocked. He found the rope familiar and realized it was the one Wang Baole had flung out earlier—the one that had raced into the sky. He would never have expected it to suddenly fly back after such a long time and tie him up. It was one thing to tie him up, but the rope was touching him inappropriately as well…

As the youth remained stunned and struggled to free himself from the rope's restraints, suddenly… another alarming and deafening sound sounded from the heavens. A giant seal appeared in the sky. It was infused with an awesome energy and seemed like it was gazing upon the lands in contempt with the eyes of a supreme ruler. It came rumbling down.

A thundering rumble rang in the skies. The large seal crashed and landed on the youth. He spat out pools of blood and passed out immediately from the collision.

Before he lost all consciousness, the only thought that surfaced in his mind was that of incomprehension towards the rope and the giant seal. He could not understand what sort of Numinous Treasure they were, to be released for such a long time before they suddenly unleashed their power…

He was not the only one. Even Wang Baole was shocked by the sight. However, he had known that the rope was peculiar. In the Coulomb Basin, he had witnessed the strangeness of the giant seal as well. As such, he wasn't that surprised by their reappearance. He even thought the two treasures had done quite a good job.

He walked up to the unconscious youth, eyed the rope and large seal, and nodded approvingly.

"Good job, the both of you. Great teamwork. Keep it up!" he said, then kept the rope and seal. He eyed the unconscious youth with interest, stooped down, and started searching.

Wang Baole stripped the youth of all his belongings, including the three special fragments. After recalling how vicious the youth had been, Wang Baole snorted and stripped him naked as well, not even leaving him his underwear. He turned on his transmission ring and activated the video recording function.

"He's really still just a kid. Can't compare with me at all. It's alright, I won't kill you. This is just a lesson to you!" Wang Baole said cheerfully. He finished recording and left.

Hours later… the youth came to. He seemed to be in a daze and hadn't yet realized what had happened. He stared at the surrounding, confused, then looked down at himself…

The next moment, a wretched, furious howl rang out across the land.

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Chapter 246: Transforming the Mystic Trace Fog

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Wang Baole was in a region far away from where the youth had awakened. As he charged ahead at high speed, he was despondent, lowering his head time and again and looking at a wooden slip, which brought him a lot of shock.

The wooden slip was from the youth's storage bag. Even though there were other possessions in the bag, it was difficult for one to access them if they weren't of a high enough level of cultivation. However, to the Dharmic Armament cultivators, it wasn't as complicated. As long as they knew which grade the bag was, they could focus on its characteristics to unlock it.

To Wang Baole, who was able to refine a third-grade Numinous Treasure, he could use the method of further refinement to change the internal inscriptions and open the storage bag without its marks being erased. That wasn't too difficult for him.

After opening the storage bag, Wang Baole came to know about the youth's identity. He was Wen Huai, one of the core disciples of the Galactic Dusk Sect.

He wasn't very clear of the structure within the Galactic Dusk Sect, but from the identity token, Wang Baole felt that Wen Huai must be a relatively impressive True Breath cultivator within the Galactic Dusk Sect.

There were many pills and Numinous Treasures inside the storage bag, along with other cultivation technique jade slips and a myriad of objects. There was even a cruiser stored inside.

However, it was a pity that the items couldn't be used within the Mystic Luna Realm due to the presence of array formations. Despite that, the gains that Wang Baole obtained made him feel that snatching from a villain was a way to strike it rich.

There was also the Spirit Stones Card, which was specifically tagged to the owner. That made it difficult for Wang Baole to reclaim it from a specific place.

Other than that, there was another unique item in Wen Huai's storage bag, which was the wooden slip in Wang Baole's hands. It was only half the size of his fist, with a map carved on its front. It wasn't difficult for Wang Baole to recognize that it was a map of the Mystic Luna Realm.

Ethereal Dao College also distributed similar maps. However, it was apparent that Wen Huai's map was more detailed and complete. There were also some markings on it, and after taking a close look at one of the marked positions, Wang Baole realized that it was the exact spot where he had found the unique fragment. He grew excited.

There was also a map on the back of the wooden slip. On that map, there was a region with three small mountainous peaks. A drawing of a tree was on it as well, but there were no markings of its exact location. All that was on it was the overall view of an area.

The tree was the element that made Wang Baole surprised. At the same time, Wang Baole felt a sense of familiarity with regards to the texture of the wooden slip. It made him think about Coulomb Basin, as well as the giant tree that was previously destroyed by the red lightning!

Why is such an object in the possession of a Galactic Dusk Sect disciple?

From the texture of the wooden slip, it is highly likely that it is made from that giant tree…

Wang Baole fell silent as he thought about the danger that he, together with Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, had faced while in the Coulomb Basin—as well as the eeriness of being inside the giant tree.

The giant tree can assimilate cultivators and control them. To a certain degree, it could also mimic their voice transmissions, making it difficult for people to differentiate between the real and the fake…

The skies of the Mystic Luna Realm are filled with wood grains as well…

It seems like the transformation of the Mystic Luna Realm is closely related to the large tree. Then… what role did the Galactic Dusk Sect play in all of this? Thinking about all the connections, Wang Baole was shocked.

As there weren't enough clues, it was difficult for him to analyze the situation accurately. However, the information that he already had was enough to make him feel that all of it encompassed an incredible amount of cunning plots and planning.

That made the sense of danger that he already had even more significant. His breathing gradually began to grow rapid, and his determination to reach the Foundation Establishment realm grew stronger by the moment.

I need to speed up. Wang Baole took a deep breath. He already had five fragment pieces that were suitable for Foundation Establishment, but it was still a long way to go before he had the required number of twenty pieces.

I can't use the cruiser here, and the area is large and teeming with danger. To find sufficient unique fragments as soon as possible will be extremely difficult. Wang Baole was somewhat troubled. However, there was nothing he could do but continue activating his devouring seed, charging forward, and continuing his search while staying vigilant.

Just like that, three Earth days passed quickly.

Wang Baole searched for a long time in those three days before he found the sixth fragment. There were two occasions when he met with people from the other factions, but as they seemed foreign and wary of each other, there was no intention for him to make contact and communicate with them.

The people from the other factions hesitated momentarily after sensing the vibe given off from Wang Baole's sixth fragment. However, they controlled themselves and left hurriedly—though, the chill in their eyes and their desire to contend for the fragments intensified as time passed.

After realizing that, Wang Baole grew even more vigilant.

Right now, all the disciples from the various factions, with the exception of those who already had a penchant for killing and snatching, seem to be able to control themselves. However, if the assistance from the Federation isn't efficient, coupled with the fact that as time passes the number of fragments one has increases… a single attempt at killing or snatching could allow one to have a go at Foundation Establishment—especially if one is only a few pieces away from reaching the requirements…

When forced to make a choice, the restraint that everyone exercises will dissipate… When that happens, it will be the actual battle between life and death! Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he continued his search. Soon, after another day had passed, he stopped in his tracks upon reaching a small mountainous region.

It wasn't that he wanted to rest, but in an area several kilometers in front of him, he could see that there a churning fog was approaching. It seemed like the fog would be able to completely engulf the mountain that Wang Baole was on in no time.

That was the Mystic Trace Fog!

That threw Wang Baole into a dilemma as he hesitated. He had searched a large area of the surrounding region but hadn't managed to find any unique fragments. If he were to continue like that, he would likely not progress much.

If he were to go to another area, he could perhaps break his dry spell and find something. However, the Mystic Trace Fog was so unpredictable that Wang Baole was worried that he might be transported into a dangerous place.

If only I could control the Mystic Trace Fog… Wang Baole sighed as he looked at the approaching fog. He rubbed his glabella and was about to make a decision when a thought arose in his mind.

I don't have to control the location where the Mystic Trace Fog sends me. I only need to come up with a way to keep a portion of the Mystic Trace Fog and take it with me… That way, I can use the Mystic Trace Fog to teleport myself as and when I need to. Even if I were to be teleported to the dark side of the Mystic Luna Realm, I can immediately teleport elsewhere!

With that thought, Wang Baole instantly became tempted. He tried to imagine the process in his mind. If he succeeded, not only could he search all the different areas and find the fragments fast, he could also be less worried about safety issues—his top concern at that moment.

If there was someone who dared to provoke him, or if he wasn't able to fight the other party, he simply needed to release the Mystic Trace Fog and send the other party on a joy ride.

That made Wang Baole even more excited as his eyes lit up brightly.

Once I succeed, it will become my trump card! Wang Baole took a deep breath, retreating quickly as he looked at the Mystic Trace Fog approaching from the distance. On one hand, he was trying to increase the distance between him and the Mystic Trace Fog to buy time, and on the other, he was analyzing and imagining the scenario in his head.

Should I use the Spirit Stones as raw materials? After analyzing the situation, Wang Baole felt that the key advantage of the Dharmic Artifact was that it was able to absorb the fog and store it.

Therefore, as he retreated, he took out the Spirit Stones, carving inscriptions onto them to form a Spirit Kernel.

After half an hour, the Mystic Trace Fog completely enveloped Wang Baole, who was raising a Spirit Stone bead up high. As he disappeared and reappeared in another region, Wang Baole heaved a sigh of relief after realizing that he was still on the front side of the moon, before hurriedly looking at the bead in his hands.

It didn't succeed… Wang Baole scratched his head. When he recalled what had happened, he realized that even though the bead could store the Mystic Trace Fog within it, the stored fog dissipated as he was being teleported.

I need to improve on it! Without losing steam, Wang Baole immediately researched the matter. As he carved new inscriptions, he continued his search for the fragments at high speed.

After several days, Wang Baole finally found the seventh unique fragment. At the same time, he came across the Mystic Trace Fog again.

In order to build my trump card, I'm going all out! I will definitely succeed this time!Looking at the Mystic Trace Fog, Wang Baole took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he held the improvised bead and charged directly towards the Mystic Trace Fog. Very quickly, he disappeared, appearing in another region. The Dharmic Artifact that he had tried to refine in order to store the Mystic Trace Fog had failed once again.

Just like that, the first, second, and third attempt passed… A month's time flew by, and the number of attempts that Wang Baole made grew to nine, including the previous two tries.

He was still considered lucky, as there was only one instance where he was teleported to the moon's dark side. Thankfully, it was an area on the periphery and not in the depths. However, it was still extremely dangerous, as he met with a Night Immortal that was on a similar level as someone at the Core Formation stage. He was able to escape as he wasn't teleported right in front of it.

At the same time, he was satisfied with the number of fragments that he had accumulated, which had grown to ten. The only issue was that Wang Baole's research on the Mystic Trace Fog, despite them being directed improvisations, were all failures.

I don't believe this. The next time will definitely be a success!

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Chapter 247: Fellow Daoist, Please Stay!

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Wang Baole grabbed a handful of his hair tightly, and a look of stubbornness and determination was apparent in his eyes. The more he failed at developing and researching the bead capable of storing the Mystic Trace Fog, the more indignant he felt.

He knew well that the bead would likely lose its function when he left the moon. However, it was his trump card within the Mystic Luna Realm. It was something that could allow him to move freely inside the realm.

If he met with a ferocious beast that was an inhabitant of the Mystic Luna Realm, he could use it on himself to escape; if he met with cultivators from other factions, he could use it on them and send them away.

A function like that set the value of the bead highly in Wang Baole's heart.

If there were no progress from the start, it wouldn't have bothered him. However, in the many teleportations, Wang Baole had made many improvements to the inscriptions as well as other adjustments on the bead such the bead could already absorb the fog into it. The only challenge was in storing the fog.

The bead could absorb the fog, but as soon as Wang Baole was being transported away, the fog within the bead would dissipate on its own, and that wasn't what Wang Baole had envisioned.

I will definitely succeed in my research! Wang Baole was determined. He looked around him before charging towards a particular direction, activating his devouring seed to search for the fragments while adjusting the bead's inscriptions. At the same time, he was also looking for the Mystic Trace Fog.

After researching the Mystic Trace Fog for the past month, Wang Baole gained an understanding and grasp of the Mystic Trace Fog. Typically, the Mystic Trace Fog was more likely to appear on lower ground.

Therefore, in the process of searching for the fragments, Wang Baole also neared areas of lower ground. He wanted to wait for the appearance of the Mystic Trace Fog so that he could test whether his creation would succeed.

Two days passed just like that. In those two days, Wang Baole had completed his improvements to the bead and made several different versions of it. As he was confidently searching for the Mystic Trace Fog, he was suddenly taken aback one evening as he was charging towards a low lying area. He hurriedly looked into the distance, to an area on his right side.

Even though he couldn't see any changes with his naked eye, he could feel that in a location on the right, there was a shocking flow of Spirit Qi rising towards the skies. It was as if a huge torch had appeared in the middle of the night, and could be sensed by anyone who was within the region.

Wang Baole had experienced such movements of the Spirit Qi previously. He was clear that the movement wasn't because there were fragments present in the area; rather, someone with fragments was in that area!

The only issue was that in the past, the movement of Spirit Qi that Wang Baole had experienced was only thirty to forty percent of what he experienced then. Such a significant movement of Spirit Qi like the one he was feeling was something new!

D*rn it! How many fragments are there? Even if there aren't twenty, it would be close! Wang Baole took a deep breath. He felt incredulous and shocked after comparing what he experienced with the Spirit Qi that he was giving off.

He initially thought that he was very efficient, having made use of his devouring seed in the Mystic Luna Realm. Despite that, he had only found ten fragments suitable for Foundation Establishment. On the other hand, it seemed like someone in the area on the right was already extremely close to reaching Foundation Establishment stage.

That made Wang Baole somewhat troubled, as he instinctively grew vigilant. He was clear that something was amiss, as it was unusual. Therefore, he ditched his original idea to snatch and was about to leave when his eyes narrowed.

At that moment, in the direction where the astonishingly strong Spirit Qi was spreading from, the concentrated Spirit Qi source seemed to have sensed the Spirit Qi movement coming from Wang Baole. It changed its direction and was charging towards him!

A cold chill immediately flashed across Wang Baole's eyes when he realized that, and he decided not to leave. Instead, he stood there, looking at the Spirit Qi source arrogantly.

Is this an attempt to rob me? That's fine by me as well. If I eliminate him, I will have enough fragments myself! Wang Baole inhaled deeply, exercising his cultivation while warming up his body. He maintained his physical force at the highest level and ready to be unleashed, making the necessary preparations to attack later on.

It is not that I, Wang Baole, want to rob him. I am only protecting myself! Wang Baole sneered arrogantly, raising his head as he looked into the distance.

Soon, Wang Baole had made all the preparations. Dust was swept up in the area a distance away, and a crowd appeared before his eyes. Looking at them, it was as if Wang Baole had been struck by lightning as he was filled with shock and held his breath.

D*mn! Who are these people? Even though Wang Baole felt that he was already very well-read, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.

There seemed to be forty or fifty people, with twenty-odd strong men positioned on the outside. Each of them had perfected True Breath realm cultivation, and every single one of them looked unfriendly. Their eyes carried an intention to kill, and it was clear that they were combat cultivators who were no strangers to battle.

In the middle of the group were twenty women dressed in different colors. They were also people who had perfected True Breath realm cultivation. What was most unbelievable was that as they surveyed their surroundings vigilantly, they were also activating their skills. There were Array Formation cultivators, Alchemy cultivators, as well as Beast Taming cultivators.

There were also three of them who were repairing their Numinous Treasures at the back of the group…

In the very center, protected by those fifty people, was a youth wearing flower-print pants and a flower-print top. He had a pair of aviators over his eyes and was lying lazily on a large chair.

The chair was carried on the back of an eighty-foot tall muscular ape. It was moving very quickly, advancing forward with the rest of the crowd…

They were the group protecting the young master of the Trilunaris Corporation!

Wang Baole was dumbfounded seeing that such a huge crowd had appeared in the Mystic Luna Realm, where danger was all around. His breathing was rapid, as such a huge crowd surprised him greatly.

This is… a tour for the scion? He's having a party? Wang Baole stared with his eyes wide. The youth with the aviators appeared so laid back that Wang Baole felt that it was a mismatch for the atmosphere of the Mystic Luna Realm. He felt that the youth would fit in better if there were a beach, bikini ladies, and the blue sea instead.

At the same time, an extremely strong movement of Spirit Qi could be detected. After analyzing it, Wang Baole guessed that the number of fragments suitable for Foundation Establishment that the other party possessed was at least twenty, if not close.

What made Wang Baole jealous was that the women surrounding the youth were all beauties. Some were sheltering him with umbrellas, some were massaging his shoulders, and some were feeding him freshly peeled fruit.

Looking at him, and then back at himself, Wang Baole felt that he couldn't compare to the youth no matter how confident he was. Wang Baole sighed deeply, turning right around and began to run away. There were too many of them, and Wang Baole felt that if he were to go against them head-on that he would definitely be robbed of all his possessions. He was filled with regret for acting like he was formidable and pretending that he wasn't afraid as he waited for the other party to appear.

The moment Wang Baole turned to escape, the youth with the aviators lying on the chair hurriedly cried out.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

His words caused twenty people to spread out and try to surround Wang Baole. Every single one of them carried a glow given off by the Numinous Treasures that they carried. With the added boost from the Numinous Treasures, all of them were not only fast but was also releasing a shocking amount of suppressive force. After sensing it, Wang Baole was shocked.

D*mn! Even the bodyguards are loaded! Wang Baole was indignant and extremely incredulous. It seems like the youth had never come across the Mystic Trace Fog in the Mystic Luna Realm. If not, it was impossible that there were still so many people with him, as they would have long been segregated.

As for the request for him to stay, Wang Baole pretended not to hear as he charged forward. A chill flashed across his eyes. If the bodyguards tried to block him, he would definitely battle it out with them.

Sensing the intention to kill that was given off from Wang Baole's body, the youth took off his aviators. He continued lying there, revealing a genuine smile as he cried out once again.

"Fellow Daoist, do not be afraid and do not worry. Robbing is such a low-class tactic that I, Jin Duoming, would never use!

"At the Trilunaris Corporation, we base everything on fairness and reason!"

"I already have nineteen fragments for Foundation Establishment. I am only short of one, and since fate brought us together, list a price and sell me one!" The youth smiled confidently, as if negotiating a business deal. As he spoke, he even waved at Wang Baole.

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Chapter 248: Rich and Stubborn!

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"I'm not selling!" Wang Baole was unhappy. He only had ten fragments, while the youth already had nineteen. As he thought about how he had found all the fragments using his own effort, his unhappiness grew into arrogance, and he turned around and continued on his path.

The youth, Jin Duoming, continued smiling the same way. His confidence didn't seem affected as he spoke calmly while looking at Wang Baole's back view.

"A seventh-grade Dharmic Armament in exchange for a fragment. Deal?" He spoke while retrieving a saber from his storage bracelet, placing it right by him and pressing down on it with his right hand as he looked at Wang Baole.

The moment the saber emerged, an astonishing baneful wave instantly erupted from it, resulting in the formation of a black hurricane that swept loudly in all directions. Vaguely, a gigantic black crocodile appeared from within the hurricane!

The black crocodile, which was covered in scales, looked extremely frightening. It opened its mouth wide, gnarling its teeth while sneering noiselessly. It looked so formidable that it was capable of shaking heaven and earth!

The instant the saber appeared, the apes carrying Jin Duoming's chair trembled vigorously due to the immensely strong suppressive force. They shook so much that they kneeled down and didn't dare move an inch. Even the female True Breath realm disciples around him breathed unsteadily. They were aghast with shock as if a force that gripped their cultivation was given off by the Dharma artifact.

Even though the force couldn't be considered earth-shaking, it was still very strong. Dust was kicked up and spread in all directions, and ripples appeared on the patch of sandy ground.

As if struck by waves of thunder, Wang Baole turned his head and dazedly looked at Jin Duoming, flabbergasted. Then, he looked at the seventh-grade Dharma artifact pressed under Jin Duoming's hand!

"What… What are you saying?" Wang Baole stood there, dumbfounded. He was unsure and confused, and he asked again as if he had heard wrong.

"I said, I would exchange this seventh-grade Dharma artifact for one of your fragments. Deal?" Jin Duoming, who was sitting on the chair, spoke while smiling. He was extremely confident, and the female cultivators beside him looked unfazed as if they were used to his mannerisms.

"Seventh… Seventh-grade Dharmic Armament in exchange for a fragment?" Looking at the response of the people beside the youth, Wang Baole felt that chaos had erupted in the world. Everything felt strange to him. Even after he had clarified his doubts, a torrent of emotions still crashed in his heart, hitting him so strongly that it felt unreal.

As a Dharmic Armament cultivator, he had a deep understanding of Dharmic treasures. The first and second-grade items were Dharmic Artifacts, while the third- to fifth-grade items were Numinous Treasures. Only the seventh-grade items could be termed 'armament', and were officially called Dharmic Armaments!

Every Dharmic Armament was so shockingly powerful and unbelievably expensive. To a certain degree, there was no market for it despite having a supply. It wasn't possible to buy it if one didn't have the right connections!

Even if one of them showed up during an auction, it would immediately be bought away. Its price was so shockingly high, but that didn't deter anyone. Instead, the successful buyer would think that they had managed to get a good deal.

Wang Baole, who was a Dharmic Armament cultivator himself, had only seen the smoke formed by Zhou Dexi's Dharmic Armament from afar. As for how the Dharmic Armament actually looked, he had never seen it before.

To most Dharmic Armament cultivators, it was a life goal to refine a Dharmic Armament. At the same time, only those Foundation Establishment cultivators who had a strong family background and family lineage had the chance to own a Dharmic Armament that belonged to them.

As for True Breath realm cultivators… In the entire Federation, the Trilunaris Corporation young master was probably the only one who was able to possess a Dharmic Armament with such a level of cultivation.

That inevitably made Wang Baole shocked and confused. The value of the Dharmic Armament was astonishing, and yet… The youth was treating it as if he were selling vegetables, trying to exchange the Dharmic Armament for a fragment…

To Wang Baole, it was like someone trying to exchange a sports car with a lollipop held by a child.

He even felt that the sports car paled in comparison to how ridiculous everything was. It would seem more appropriate if it were a luxurious cruiser.

The feeling made Wang Baole stand in shock. He was holding his breath, but it had gradually grown rapid. As his vision blurred, Jin Duoming smiled arrogantly, thinking about how there wasn't anything that he couldn't trade for in the world. The fatty had been so stubborn and proud to say that he wouldn't exchange the fragment for anything; he wanted to see if Wang Baole would give in if he presented the Dharmic Armament right before him!

In reality, the youth hadn't found any fragments on his journey. He had gained all of his fragments through exchanging his possessions. At first, he made the deals with Numinous Treasures, but since he was only short of one at that point, he decided to use his Dharmic Armament. To him, the Dharmic Armament was nothing much. If he had none left, he simply needed to ask for one from his father when he returned home, since there would never be a shortage of them.

The people beside him seemed to have gotten used to how their young master handled matters. Everyone, especially the female cultivator who looked like a housekeeper, seemed unfazed. She even revealed a smile, as she felt that her young master wasn't too adamant that time.

The young master has grown up! He has become more mature since he didn't exchange an eight-grade Dharmic Armament for the fragment!

"Deal or no deal?" After a moment, realizing that Wang Baole didn't say anything despite his eyes glowing brightly, Jin Duoming asked with his eyebrows raised. He was slightly annoyed and bewildered at the lack of response from Wang Baole.

"Deal!" Ignoring the annoyance in Jin Duoming's tone, Wang Baole immediately exclaimed before tossing over a fragment. He was extremely exhilarated. Jin Duoming grabbed hold of the fragment and took a look at it, before satisfyingly throwing a seventh-grade Dharmic Armament to Wang Baole.

The moment he held the seventh-grade saber, Wang Baole trembled vigorously. He experienced a force emerging continuously from the Dharmic Armament that was so strong it couldn't be described with words. It seemed more like a ferocious crocodile he was holding in his hands than a Dharmic Armament.

He even felt that he had become a commoner. Regardless of whether it was in terms of cultivation or power, it was difficult to control the Dharmic Armament. At the same time, as a Dharmic Armament cultivator, he could immediately see that the Dharmic Armament was genuine!

Gosh! I feel like I'm in a dream! Agitatedly, Wang Baole immediately kept the Dharmic Armament in his storage bag, afraid that the loaded fellow would regret his words. However, he seemed to have belittled Jin Duoming.

As Wang Baole kept the Dharmic Armament, Jin Duoming laid on the chair, putting on his aviators again as he waved at Wang Baole with a satisfied look on his face.

"Thanks, Fellow Daoist."

Wang Baole raised his head, looking at the boisterous crowd leaving. He felt that the youth's values were corrupt, especially after hearing his words of thanks before leaving.

What a prodigal, exchanging a Dharmic Armament for a fragment, and even thanking me for it… Wang Baole grew even more confused. He felt that poverty had put a limit on his imagination, as he could not understand the logic behind what the young master of the Trilunaris Corporation was doing.

However, one thing clear to Wang Baole was that he wasn't a single bit unhappy. He even felt that it would be great if the youth were lacking more than one fragment…

Even the feelings of jealousy that he felt before had dissipated. He felt that it was a given that the youth could gather the fragments needed for Foundation Establishment in such a short time. If he were unable to accomplish even that, then that would be truly unjust, and he should be struck by lightning.

I have learned something new! Wang Baole inhaled deeply. He was extremely emotional and agitated when he suddenly noticed that the chair that Jin Duoming was lying on should be carried by two apes, instead of the one like it was.

Therefore, with a quick thought, his eyes lit up as he hurriedly raised his hand and exclaimed loudly.

"Daoist Jin, I still have other high-quality goods that you can't buy elsewhere. Premium grade puppets that can carry your chair and massage your shoulders. They can even act as your bodyguards! As long as you buy a puppet, they can do anything!" As Wang Baole exclaimed, he patted his storage bag, taking out three puppets.

One was a beautiful lady, another was a jock, while the last one was a small Diamond Ape!

The pretty lady puppet was extremely alluring and attractive. Her face was like a beautiful picture, as if the flowers had bloomed, capturing the hearts of whoever saw her.

The jock puppet had a strength that far exceeded that of ordinary people. He looked so ferocious and carried such a frightening vibe that he could make one feel safe just by standing there.

As for the Diamond Ape puppet, it was like a small mountain, life-like and extremely real!

He wasn't sure of the youth's tastes, and that made him take out one puppet of each kind…

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Chapter 249: The Dark Side of the Moon!

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Hearing Wang Baole's exclamation, Jin Duoming, who was lying on the chair, raised his right hand slightly. Immediately, the giant ape carrying the chair stopped and even turned around so that the chair was facing Wang Baole.

After noticing the three puppets beside Wang Baole, Jin Duoming suddenly took off his aviators and took a closer look. For the first time, he sat up from his unchanging lying position with a look of surprise and interest apparent in his eyes.

"These are puppets? There are other people selling puppets as well. What's so special about these three of yours?" Jin Duoming asked curiously.

Noticing that Jin Duoming seemed interested, Wang Baole also grew excited. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the Diamond Ape roared loudly, looking at the giant ape carrying Jin Duoming's chair.

The giant ape's eyes instantly lit up, and its breathing quickened. It looked very agitated as if it was deeply attracted to the Diamond Ape.

"Interesting." Jin Duoming smiled slightly, impressed by how shockingly real-life the Diamond Ape puppet was. After all, ferocious beasts usually had some level of instinct themselves. If the ferocious beast could be fooled into thinking that it had met its fellow beast, it meant that the puppet was extremely life-like, which was something rarely encountered.

Noticing Jin Duoming's facial expressions, Wang Baole cleared his throat and pointed towards the beautiful female puppet. Immediately, changes to the puppet's facial expression took place. It was like a real human, no longer trying to stand provocatively. Instead, it instantly looked cold and distant, and as it raised its right hand, it took out a longsword. It was standing there, with its long hair over its shoulders as the dress it was wearing flew in the direction of the wind. It was like a beauty that had walked straight out of a painting.

Jin Duoming's eyes instantly lit up. Wang Baole was delighted as he activated his hand seals and pointed again. Immediately, the beautiful, yet cold and distant female puppet, became extremely provocative—charisma emanating strongly from head to toe. Jin Duoming leaned forward uncontrollably to take a closer look.

Finally, Wang Baole suddenly stepped forward and swept the ground with his feet. It was shockingly forceful, instantly creating a sonic boom that hurled towards the beautiful female puppet. The puppet managed to block the impact with all its efforts, retreating amidst the sound of impact. As Jin Duoming grew surprised and as the dust settled, cracks could be seen on the female puppet's body. However, if one were to take a closer look, they would see that the cracks were healing on their own!

"Daoist Jin, this puppet of mine is extremely hardy and is carved with self-repairing inscriptions. Regardless of whether you are using it for protection or for other purposes, it can do the job!" Wang Baole spoke calmly, noticing that Jin Duoming's eyes were glowing brightly, extremely tempted by it.

After that, he activated his hand seals again, pointing towards the burly puppet. The puppet immediately moved, showcasing a set of routines in front of Jin Duoming. It looked ferocious and impressively strong. After it ended its performance, the burly puppet stood there, sneering.

"Uh… Hmm… Uh…"

Hearing that sound, the bodyguards from Trilunaris Corporation all trembled with shock, flabbergasted at what they saw. That was especially so for the female cultivators, who stared with their eyes wide, dumbfounded.

Jin Duoming also shivered. He then slapped the chair while laughing heartily. He was about to speak when the female housekeeper beside him suddenly grew alert and exclaimed hurriedly.

"We want all of them! A million Spirit Stones for each of them!"

Hearing that the housekeeper had offered a price before him, Jin Duoming looked somewhat unhappy. However, he didn't say much as he looked at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole seemed to understand what was going on as well. He felt that even though Jin Duoming was rich, he wasn't someone silly, but was instead someone who simply didn't place much emphasis on money. Wang Baole understood that he shouldn't be greedy as he agreed to the price humbly, before taking out a hundred other puppets…

Eventually, with the housekeeper seeped in shock and Jin Duoming basking in satisfaction, both parties completed the transaction. Holding the Spirit Stone Card that was non-identity bearing, Wang Baole sent Jin Duoming and company off with a smile.

Before leaving, Jin Duoming, who apparently grew more interested in Wang Baole, asked for his name. He looked surprised upon hearing Wang Baole's name. It sounded familiar as if he had come across it previously. He then waved and left.

Tycoon, this is a real tycoon! Looking at Jin Duoming who was leaving, Wang Baole was full of emotions, even somewhat sad that they were gone. He only turned around when he could no longer see them.

In my entire life, my favorite thing is to make friends with tycoons. Wang Baole caressed his storage bracelet and felt for the non-identity bearing Spirit Stone Card as well as the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber. A fire lit up in his heart as if there was a pool of lava in his body.

Delightfully, he began searching for the Mystic Trace Fog, while trying out the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament. The only issue was that such a powerful Dharmic Armament could only reach its fullest potential when used by someone of Foundation Establishment stage. It was a stretch for a True Breath cultivator to use it, as it would be like a child trying to wield a large axe.

Even though Wang Baole was on the same level as a Foundation Establishment cultivator physically, the most he could do was hold the saber and use it as a close-quarters combat weapon. He was still unsteady in using spells to control the saber like a flying sword.

Despite that, the power of the saber was astonishing even if one was using it as a close-quarters combat weapon. Wang Baole had merely activated a tiny portion of his cultivation and gently wielded the saber, but a deafening sound was immediately produced. An imaginary figure of a crocodile appeared, creating a frightening crack in the ground.

That made Wang Baole exhilarated, as he felt that he had gained an additional trump card. Therefore, he excitedly tried it out a few more times before realizing that he couldn't use the saber excessively as he was only at Foundation Establishment stage physically. He then kept the saber and continued his search for the Mystic Trace Fog.

A few days later, when he had found the Mystic Trace Fog, he began to try out the teleportation repeatedly. He was bolder since he was protected by the Dharmic Armament. Just like that, a week flew past.

In that one week, Wang Baole was transported numerous times and had failed on all occasions. The alterations he made to the bead grew in number, and the size of the bead changed as a result.

At the same time, Wang Baole managed to find two fragments in the process, making the total number of fragments he possessed eleven. He also finally found a way to mask his Spirit Qi source temporarily, and to a certain degree weaken its movement as it spread out. It required the use of his devouring seed, but it still couldn't last.

Within the week, Wang Baole also met some people he knew. They were all disciples from the four major Dao Colleges, and after meeting and exchanging information with each other, they all left on their separate ways.

Wang Baole hadn't meet Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng since the start. However, from what the others told him, he came to know that they had also managed to find numerous fragments themselves.

In terms of dangerous situations, Wang Baole came across the Nocturnal Moon Bat, and also experienced the Poisonous Rain. He even saw the mirage from afar once.

Just like that, after researching and searching continuously, Wang Baole's luck seemed to have been exhausted, which wasn't unexpected. Therefore, two days later, when he reappeared after being teleported by the Mystic Trace Fog, he realized that he was surrounded by a dense forest!

It wouldn't have been an issue if it was just the forest, but when he climbed to the top of a tree and looked towards the sky, he held his breath as he could no longer see the earth.

Looking into the distance, it seemed like the forest covered the entire area. That instantly made him realize that he had been teleported to the dark side of the moon, and was deep within it rather than on its periphery.

I won't die if I don't kill myself… Wang Baole was bewildered and extremely vigilant as he looked at the silent forest, his breathing rapid.

The vegetation there was different from that on earth, both in terms of color and appearance. Most of the vegetation was of a purple hue which would change according to time. At the same time, in terms of appearance, they were all circular. It was similar to being in a fantasy world, and one could occasionally see segmented creatures the size of a calf scurrying by.

The Spirit Qi was clearly more concentrated there than on the front face of the moon. However, the environment was unfavorable to Wang Baole as it meant that the creatures there were also capable of absorbing Spirit Qi, which made them exponentially more dangerous.

As Wang Baole carefully advanced, he came across a two-headed, multi-segmented creature the size of a lion which was changing its color between blue and yellow. As it climbed onto a tree, the tree suddenly split apart, swallowing the creature whole.

That sent chills down Wang Baole's spine, and he grew even more alert.

I need to get out of here soon. I need to find the Mystic Trace Fog and be teleported away! Wang Baole inhaled deeply, advancing at an even faster speed within the forest. After three hours, he was still unable to find the boundaries of the forest and didn't sense the Mystic Trace Fog. That made him anxious, and he was about to change his direction in search of another marshland when he suddenly paused in his steps, looking towards his left.

There's someone there? Wang Baole was appalled, as he saw through the gaps between the vegetation that there were hundreds of cultivators in the area before him!

They were all dressed similarly, and Wang Baole realized that he had met someone dressed in the same manner as them when he was in the Mystic Luna Realm. He immediately recognized them to be from the Five Generation Sky Clan!

They had placed array formations in the area and excavated a huge trench, and hundreds of people were moving about as if trying to transport something. At the same time, in another direction, Wang Baole saw something that made his pupils constrict and gripped his heart with shock. He saw… a giant tree!

The tree seemed to be communicating with someone, and that person was an elder who was frowning in thought. The vibe given off by him was of someone who had reached Core Formation!

This… This…. The scene made Wang Baole's head buzz with activity.

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Core Formation! Wang Baole's pupils immediately constricted.

Even though he felt that the giant tree wasn't the same one he encountered in Coulomb Basin, and was also different from the one in Huang Shan's body, he could immediately sense that they were of the same kind!

That created a torrent of emotions in Wang Baole's heart. Additionally, seeing the Core Formation elder talking to the giant tree and realizing the elder's level of cultivation, Wang Baole felt like his mind was on the brink of exploding.

After all, before coming there, he was clear that people of Core Formation cultivation were not allowed in the mystic realm. However, before his eyes, there was a Core Formation cultivator from the Five Generation Sky Clan who had appeared within the Mystic Luna Realm!

It was the dark side of the moon. As for the exact location, Wang Baole wasn't able to locate a landmark and thus was unable to find out. Determining one's location was made more difficult, especially after the area had been sealed, as it interfered with the jade slip's location tracking function. However, based on the many times that he had been teleported, Wang Baole could vaguely make out that he wasn't in the depths of the moon's dark side.

However, even if that was the case, it was likely that he wasn't far from it. That was probably the reason why there were so few people there. If he had not been teleported there, he would never have stepped onto that piece of land on his own accord.

If it was just the people from the Five Generation Sky Clan assembled and the giant tree wasn't present, Wang Baole would have thought that the Five Generation Sky Clan were cheating. However, since the tree was around, everything became clear.

The Five Generation Sky Clan are in cahoots with the giant tree to plot something devious in the Mystic Luna Realm! Wang Baole regretted his choice deeply, as he felt that he shouldn't have taken the path he had. He knew that he was catching a lot of attention with his Spirit Qi, and even though the devouring seed could help tone it down a little, it was still unwise. Therefore, without hesitation, Wang Baole decided to leave. He knew well that if someone were to discover his presence, death would be the only outcome for him.

However, even though Wang Baole tried his very best to retreat cautiously, it was too late. True Breath realm cultivators may not have been able to detect Wang Baole's Spirit Qi source, but the Core Formation elder and the giant tree beside him could, and they suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction where Wang Baole was.

That was especially so for the giant tree. In its eyes, a glow suddenly flashed as it looked directly at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole's mind buzzed noisily as the giant tree looked at him. It was as if a sense of consciousness appeared out of nowhere, occupying his brain immediately, and a crowd was sneering at him as if trying to destroy his consciousness and take it over.

Everything, from the instance Wang Baole discovered them, to the Five Generation Sky Clan discovering him, happened in the snap of a finger.

With danger looming, Wang Baole decided to activate the devouring seed within his body, forcefully driving away the consciousness that was surging into his mind. Blood spewed out of his mouth, and he turned extremely pale as he unleashed all his speed and retreated quickly into the distance.

As for the hidden Spirit Qi source, it was naturally dissipated when Wang Baole harbored the thought of chasing away the invading consciousness. That made his body seem like a flame in the dark, and he was extremely eye-catching!

"It's just a small fly. Zhou Fei, bring some people with you and eliminate him!" The Core Formation elder from the Five Generation Sky Clan looked at the situation coldly and didn't care much about it. He had more important things to do, and after settling the matter calmly, twenty-odd people from the Five Generation Sky Clan rushed out, charging after Wang Baole!

There was a middle-aged man amongst them. He was Zhou Fe, the person named by the Core Formation elder. His cultivation level far exceeded that of a True Breath realm cultivator and was at the Foundation Establishment level. He bowed as he looked at the elder, before following the others and disappearing within the forest.

Wang Baole, who was in the middle of the forest, felt a torrent of emotions. As he charged forward, he slapped his storage bag and immediately retrieved five puppets that he had intentionally kept for further refinement.

The characteristic of the five puppets was that they looked completely identical to Wang Baole, down to his clothes. As they emerged, they crossed paths with the actual Wang Baole, overlapping with his figure. It looked messy, and the six figures, including the real Wang Baole, began spreading out in different directions.

To make it more believable, Wang Baole didn't care about wasting his previous efforts as he distributed the fragments to be used for Foundation Establishment between himself and the puppets, in order to close up any points of suspicion.

That way, there were five other Wang Baoles charging within the forest, making it difficult for one to instantly recognize the real Wang Baole.

The tactic was extremely effective within the forest. When Zhou Fei and the twenty-odd other Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators caught up, they were confused as they looked at the six figures running in different directions.

Cunning! Zhou Fei squinted his eyes. He raised his right hand and growled, and three other figures instantly appeared behind him!

The three figures appeared to be that of his previous incarnations, with each of them giving off a vibe that far exceeded the level of a peak True Breath realm cultivator. Even though they weren't on the level of Foundation Establishment, they were close. They also spread out and charged in three different directions.

As for the actual Zhou Fei, he was running in a fourth direction. Before leaving, his loud voice rang out in all directions.

"Spread out and give chase! Once you find him, send a signal!"

The other cultivators were excited as they spread out, running at high speed in the remaining two directions.

Noticing the pursuit going on behind him, Wang Baole grew anxious.

After all, a fantasy world like the forest on the dark side of the moon looked extremely beautiful but contained no shortage of danger. That was especially so for Wang Baole. The environment, coupled with the danger of being chased by the Five Generation Sky Clan, made him so anxious that his mind buzzed ceaselessly with activity.

I need to find the Mystic Trace Fog as soon as possible! The thought of a Core Formation cultivator from the Five Generation Sky Clan inside the mystic realm, coupled with him colluding with the giant tree, sent chills down Wang Baole's mind. He wasn't sure when the Federation would come to save him, but even if they arrived, they wouldn't be able to reach his exact location as they didn't know the situation well enough.

No matter what, his only chance of survival was to find the Mystic Trace Fog!

Thankfully, Wang Baole wasn't foreign to finding an escape route within the forest. Even though the area was bizarre, Wang Baole was extremely agile as he weaved within the forest. He flailed his hands and instantly, ten mosquitoes appeared around him, with nine of them being ordinary ones and the last one being a grey-colored one!

When the ten mosquitoes appeared, they all spread out, covering an area of a hundred feet and providing an all-round view of the surroundings for Wang Baole. That allowed him to hold a good grasp of the surrounding region. Coupling that with his experience escaping from the forest previously, he could charge forward even faster.

However, it seemed like the preparation made by the Five Generation Sky Clan was also very sufficient. Even though the one pursuing the real Wang Baole was not Zhou Fei nor the figures of his previous lives, the ten or twelve peak True Breath realm cultivators all took out incense and lit it up. That covered the entire area with thick fog. They also disregarded the dangers hiding in the forest and were all moving at such a high speed that, before long, the fastest of the lot was merely a thousand feet away from Wang Baole.

After seeing that there were people already nearing him through the vantage point provided by the mosquitoes, Wang Baole's pupils constricted. He sensed their intention to kill him, and that made him decide to kill them as well. He didn't originally plan to attack, as that would reveal his identity and make it known to others that he was the real Wang Baole.

However, he had no other choice. If he did not attack, it wasn't possible for his puppets to delay them for long, as they would eventually find out where the real him was.

However, the longer I can drag it out, the more beneficial it would be for me! Wang Baole suppressed his urge to attack and continued charging forward. However, soon, he was shocked when he began to realize that the signs from the puppets he released were disappearing one by one. Before long, there was only one puppet left out of the five.

I can't wait anymore! The viciousness in Wang Baole's eyes grew. He no longer hesitated as he turned back, charging in the opposite direction while the ten mosquitoes around him also dashed out, racing directly at the people after him.

The youth that had come after him was taken aback. As he charged forward, he heard buzzing sounds by his ears, but he didn't care much about it, as he thought that it was given off by some creatures within the forest. He believed that the fog around him would cause them to dissipate.

However, just as the thought arose in his mind, the buzzing sound from the mosquitoes grew louder. Even before he could react, pain was felt in different areas of his body simultaneously. He stared with his eyes wide open and was about to scream when his vision blurred. A gray-colored mosquito had flown directly into his mouth.

In his shock and fear, he was unable to make any sound. The pain was compounded as it got fully unleashed. He wanted to struggle, but at that moment, his body immediately turned blue, and his glabella split open as a gray-colored mosquito flew out from it!

It was game over for him!

At the same time, a flying sword suddenly appeared from within the forest in front of him. It was traveling so fast that it instantly pierced through his throat.

As his corpse collapsed, Wang Baole's figure emerged. He was shocked by how ferocious the gray-colored mosquito was. However, he didn't have time to take a closer look. Without stopping, he dashed backwards with a chill in his eyes. The ten mosquitoes seemed to have grown even more excited after they were covered with blood, as they all spread out and charged backwards with Wang Baole!

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Chapter 251: Battling a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator!

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With the aid of the mosquitoes' fields of vision, Wang Baole moved through the forest like a god of death, swiftly and with his eyes seemingly everywhere. His enemies were stung by the mosquitoes without even noticing his presence!

Under Wang Baole's control, the mosquitoes swarmed the cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan after stinging them. The cultivators, in their immense agony, had no time to send out a signal. They were slain immediately by Wang Baole, who would charge out suddenly at them!

The gray mosquito was bizarrely powerful. After discovering how powerful it was, Wang Baole allowed it to operate on its own. From Wang Baole's observations, he found that the cultivators who were bitten by the gray mosquito would very quickly turn blue in color and collapse. It was as if they had transformed into a block of ice. Every time the mosquito burrowed its way out of their foreheads, it seemed to become more powerful than before.

With the aid of the gray mosquito, Wang Baole was like a tiger given wings. In less than an hour, he had slain all eleven cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan who were in the vicinity!

When his flying sword pierced through the forehead of the last Five Generation Sky Clan cultivator and killed the cultivator who had been mutilated beyond recognition by mosquito bites, Wang Baole inhaled a deep breath and wasted no time in turning away and fleeing into the distance.

With his speed pushed to his limits as well as the aid of the mosquitoes, Wang Baole was like a monkey spirit in the forest, running faster and faster. He had slight regrets in his heart though. In order to escape being killed, and to split all the pursuing enemies and prolong the distraction, he had no choice but to distribute the fragments amongst his replicas. He was only left with two fragments.

Five Generation Sky Clan, I won't let this matter rest! Wang Baole gritted his teeth. He searched for low-lying areas while running away, and gradually sensed signs of teleportations around him.

The signs were accompanied by wisps of mist. Wang Baole saw them and was overcome with glee. His experience told him that those signs pointed to a Mystic Trace Fog in the making.

Even though it's not possible to tell when the mist will form exactly, but the deeper I go, the sooner the mist should form! Wang Baole got a boost to his spirits. He decided to venture deeper. However, at that instant, through his mosquitoes' visions, he saw a silent silhouette hidden in the translucent mist. Its form melded to a certain degree with the surroundings, and it was dashing at a startling speed, without the usual sounds accompanying the breaking of the sound barrier—towards him!

Its speed was too startling and unimaginable. The silhouette was a hundred yards away that moment and the next, right in front of him!

Wang Baole had no time to think further. He raised his right palm and slammed it into the ground, triggering the Supernova. With a loud rumble, dirt and soil exploded into the air. Wang Baole used the force of the attack to leap up and away from the translucent figure approaching him!

Everything happened too quickly. The figure cut through the air and struck where Wang Baole had stood. When Wang Baole turned around and took a look, it was no longer translucent but had revealed its true form. It was a middle-aged cultivator wearing the attire of the Five Generation Sky Clan. He looked vaguely dumbstruck.

He was the one leading the team hunting him—Zhou Fei!

Alarm rose in Wang Baole's heart when he saw Zhou Fei. Waves of Spirit Qi rippled off the latter, creating an oppressive weight on his person. It was clear that Zhou Fei wasn't at the earlier stages of the Foundation Establishment realm but appeared to be at the mid-stage.

His spells were bizarre as well. If Wang Baole didn't have the help of his mosquitoes' fields of vision, he would have been killed instantly like any other person without even realizing it.

"Interesting. That must be why you became one of the Federation's hundred seedlings. If we were on earth, it'd be a challenge killing someone like you in public. But here… there's no escape for you!" Zhou Fei clearly recognized Wang Baole. He sneered, a flash of cruelty flickering across his eyes. It was as if killing a prodigy was something he thought to be a fantastic life experience.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you immediately. I'll make you beg for your death, and record the whole thing so that I can enjoy rewatching it in the future!" There was perversion in Zhou Fei's expression, causing Wang Baole's scalp to go numb. His temper exploded, and he shouted.

"Damn you! Damn your ancestors to hell!" Wang Baole hollered. He didn't escape and instead charged forward without regard for his life. He pulled out numerous Numinous Treasures and mindlessly flung them into the air. Countless treasures blanketed the skies and flew towards Zhou Fei.

"A mere True Breath realm cultivator with a bunch of third-grade Numinous Treasures. You don't even deserve to fight for your life." Zhou Fei shook his head. He raised his right hand and was about to smack them all away. It was then, after pulling out huge quantities of Numinous Treasures and charging towards Zhou Fei, at the moment that Zhou Fei let his guard down, that Wang Baole pulled out from his storage bracelet a saber!

The saber was a seventh-grade Dharmic Armament!

As soon as the saber appeared, the skies transformed. A startling energy force erupted in the heavens, forming a black tornado that surged and howled around Wang Baole and grew outwards in all directions. The silhouette of a giant crocodile appeared inside the tornado, and it let loose a thunderous roar. Wang Baole, with a fearsome expression on his face and battle lust in his eyes, gripped the saber with both hands and leaped out from the black tornado in a single bound. He raised the saber and sent it sweeping towards Zhou Fei!

As the saber descended, the crocodile in the tornado lashed out its tail. Its enormous tail seemed to merge with Wang Baole's body, augmenting his power as he approached swiftly!

"You!" Zhou Fei's eyes widened. His thoughts were swept away by tumultuous waves, and he was overwhelmed by incredulity and shock. Everything happened too fast. The appearance of the Dharmic Armament was beyond Zhou Fei's expectations. He would never have thought in his wildest dreams that Wang Baole would actually possess a Dharmic Armament!

Furthermore, Wang Baole had initially thrown at him multitudes of Numinous Treasures as a visual distraction. The sudden and unexpected attack was like an earth-shattering lightning bolt that tripped Zhou Fei up. At that critical moment, as his mind was swarmed by buzzing confusion, he let loose a sudden roar. His features contorted, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of his lifeblood.

Three forms of his past lives appeared behind him. They merged with his blood and transformed the latter into a bloody palm that raced towards the Dharmic Armament. As the palm smacked at the Dharmic Armament, Zhou Fei pulled out a purple shield. It exuded an immense aura. It might not rival a Dharmic Armament, but it seemed to be at least a sixth-grade Numinous Treasure.

Zhou Fei prepared to defend against the incoming strike with everything he had!

As Zhou Fei fought with everything he had, Wang Baole burst out from the black tornado with the saber in his hands. An immense, awesome force erupted from inside his body and rose to the skies!

The awe and terror-inspiring force seemed to come from within Wang Baole, from the world, and even, to a certain extent, from the entire galaxy and the universe!

Enlightened… The mere utterance of those words inside his heart sent the immense force roaring into the skies, forming an immense, indescribable oppressive energy that seemed to originate from the distant, faraway stars. It was as if an ancient consciousness was on the verge of awakening.

The rise of the energy force came too suddenly and too quickly. Zhou Fei, his Spirit Qi erupting and at full force, suddenly lost all capacity for thought. The expression on his face transformed even before terror could threaten to take over his mind. The cultivation resting inside his body shuddered and quaked without stop. An instinctive feeling of utter helplessness and impotence rose from his gut. He was caught by the sudden urge to run.

As his mind was shaken, his spell showed signs of dissipating. His control of the small purple shield before him, due to the mental blast, also suffered and showed signs of destabilizing.

Everything happened within the span of a moment. As Zhou Fei's mental strength wavered and his control over his spell and Numinous Treasure slipped, Wang Baole charged forward and swung his saber at the bloody palm print!

A deafening thunder resounded in the air. The bloody palm print collided with the Dharmic Armament, their clash ringing loudly in the sky. The bloody hand was sliced into two, disintegrating instantly. Wang Baole spat out a mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face remained fierce and vicious. There was a tinge of madness in his eyes as he gripped the saber tightly and swung at the purple shield.

Another loud clash pierced through the air and rose into the skies. The force of the collision swept towards, sweeping the small purple shield away instantly and smacking Zhou Fei in the chest. A mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth as Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament appeared before him and swept past in a single slice!

A thin line of blood appeared on Zhou Fei's forehead. The saber hadn't pierced his head… he let out a sudden cry of pain, and his body flew backwards rapidly as he retreated a hundred yards into the distance.

Staring at the retreating Zhou Fei, Wang Baole sighed with regret. The backlash from his attack had been too much. He had expended all his energy, and blood seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. His head buzzed without stopping as a sudden weakness overtook his entire body.

An icy glimmer flashed across his eyes.

This hasn't ended yet…

In an instant, from around him, the ten mosquitoes, which had hidden and been lying in wait, dashed out and flew straight towards Zhou Fei!

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Chapter 252: Death to Those Who Enter!

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The ten mosquitoes had been dispersed throughout the area earlier. When Zhou Fei had first appeared, Wang Baole had immediately assessed the considerable disparity in their power. It was possible to kill Zhou Fei, but the probability of that happening was too low.

He had planned accordingly. He would kill the man if possible. If not, he had to at least frighten him off!

It was due to those considerations that he hadn't sent out the mosquitoes and had decided to first use his many Numinous Treasures as a distraction before executing a surprise attack with his Dharmic Armament. He had even uttered the beginning of the scripture inwardly, as both a scare tactic and a means to temporarily augment his abilities and complete the final strike!

At the same time, he had thought of a backup plan in case he had failed, and that was… the mosquitoes!

After his experiences in the Pond Cloud Rainforest, during the Beast Tide, as well as in the Coulomb Basin, Wang Baole had become more ruthless and calculated in his attacks and strategies. In order to let the mosquitoes succeed, he gritted his teeth and retreated swiftly to distract Zhou Fei.

The instant Zhou Fei lifted his head and looked towards Wang Baole's direction the ten mosquitoes swarmed in. A howl of pain rang out from Zhou Fei's lips suddenly. His body swelled up, and agonizing pain and an indescribable itch drove him mad. His body hummed and let loose a sudden burst of Foundation Establishment realm energy that rippled outwards.

It shattered the nine mosquitoes. The gray mosquito, strangely, remained and continued racing forward. It bit Zhou Fei on his arm viciously, and a patch of blue spread across his body abruptly. Zhou Fei was immediately alarmed. He retreated hurriedly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and attempted to crush the gray mosquito that was trying its best to burrow into his body!

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the rapidly retreating Zhou Fei. He didn't pursue the latter. He could sense the immediate regeneration of the mosquitoes, excluding the gray one, in the scabbard inside his body. The gray mosquito didn't immediately regenerate but was clearly forming inside the scabbard. After a while, it was ready to be deployed again.

He released a sigh of relief, turned, and sped away, deeper into the forest.

The battle made him realize the rift separating him and a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment realm. Even though it wasn't his first fight with a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, it was the most significant one. After all, the last time he had fought against one was when he battled alongside Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan against the giant tree, which was at the perfected Foundation Establishment realm.

There hadn't been such an intense and direct battle then, like what had taken place between him and Zhou Fei.

He knew that he had a chance to win the fight. However, the Dharmic Armament he had wasn't something a True Breath realm cultivator could fully wield and control. Even though he had used his wits and uttered the scripture, frightening Zhou Fei and destabilizing both his spell and Numinous Treasure, he himself had been relying on his Foundation Establishment realm physical form to wield the Dharmic Armament forcibly. His strategy had worked, but it wasn't perfect. He failed to kill Zhou Fei. The backlash on his body was also considerable.

If he employed the method more than three times, the enemy wouldn't have to dirty their hands to take him out, as he himself would collapse.

I'll have to risk great injury and almost dying to kill him… Wang Baole thought seriously and weighed his options. He retrieved a pill swiftly and swallowed it. Then, with great regret, he vanished into the depths of the forest.

In the forest, behind him, was the hastily retreating, pale-faced Zhou Fei. He realized Wang Baole hadn't continued his pursuit and started grinding his teeth. In reality, despite his grievous injuries, his earlier retreat had been a trap. He had intended to lure Wang Baole into pursuing him and use that as an opportunity to relaunch an attack on Wang Baole.

He had even rehearsed in his head how he would strike back as he retreated. However, Wang Baole hadn't followed.

The sly bastard! Zhou Fei wiped the blood from his mouth. He regulated his breathing and lifted his hand to touch the cut on his forehead. His heart pumped rapidly as he stared at the blue patch on his right arm.

It was like a terrible poison that he could only use his cultivation to suppress but not fully dispel. His arm was numb and ice cold to the touch—that terrified Zhou Fei.

To think that he, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, had suffered so terribly at the hands of a perfected True Breath realm cultivator. He didn't even manage to kill the latter. He couldn't quench the raging fury in his heart. However, an unprecedented hunger soon appeared in his eyes, and his breathing grew uneven.

He actually has a Dharmic Armament! Zhou Fei grew more and more excited as he recalled the earlier battle. He knew too well the rarity and value of a Dharmic Armament. Even he only had a sixth-grade Numinous Treasure. He had hungered for a Dharmic Armament for years; however, a Dharmic Armament was too costly. He simply couldn't afford one and hence, couldn't own one.

However… a Dharmic Armament had appeared in the hands of a perfected True Breath realm cultivator. After the initial alarm and fear, the surprise and excitement that overtook him was indescribable.

It was especially so after he experienced the power of the Dharmic Armament firsthand. As he thought back to the terror that had overwhelmed him, his hunger grew. To his mind, the power of the Dharmic Armament must have been the cause of his terror.

It's at least an eighth-grade Dharmic Armament!

It's mine now! Excitement flashed in Zhou Fei's eyes. Initially, he had pursued Wang Baole because he had been given the mission of silencing the latter. However, his goal had changed. Silencing Wang Baole was simply a secondary objective. His real aim was to possess Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament after killing him.

He thought about how, with the Dharmic Armament, he could even hold his ground against a perfected Foundation Establishment realm cultivator to a certain extent, and he grew even more excited. However, the numb icy feeling on the blue patch on his right arm and the blood on his forehead made him very much aware of how difficult a foe Wang Baole was. He narrowed his eyes, lifted his right hand, and pulled out a round bead and shattered it. In an instant, thick black smoke rose into the sky.

Soon, multiple shadows sped from all four corners of the forest towards him. They were the remaining dozen or so perfected True Breath realm cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

They appeared and saw the disheveled Zhou Fei, and they were all instantly alarmed. They didn't dare question Zhou Fei though.

"Wang Baole has been injured badly. All of you are to go after him. I'll seek a reward for the one who kills him. You'll get twenty fragments and can advance to the Foundation Establishment realm immediately!" Zhou Fei spoke slowly. When the rest heard what he had said, their breathing quickened, and their faces flushed red immediately. They followed their orders and started their pursuit in the direction Zhou Fei had pointed them.

Zhou Fei followed behind. He stared at the dozen cultivators in front of him, contempt and indifference hidden deep in his gaze.

Their only purpose was to wear Wang Baole down. If they could force Wang Baole to use the Dharmic Armament again, it would be even better.

With them wearing Wang Baole down, he would be able to kill the latter more easily and get his hands on the Dharmic Armament. If the rest didn't perish in battle and found out about his possession of the Dharmic Armament, he could simply kill and silence them. Their deaths would be on Wang Baole's head. The plan was flawless.

At the thought, the greed and excitement in Zhou Fei's eyes shone more brightly. Alongside the rest, he disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Deep in the forest, Wang Baole was deeply wounded and breathing heavily. The most serious injury came from the backlash from using the Dharmic Armament. If he hadn't possessed one-hundred-percent spirit meridians and practiced the Compression Art the Little Missy had taught him, resulting in his cultivation vastly surpassing the typical perfected True Breath realm cultivation, the backlash would have been even worse.

Fortunately, his understanding of the Mystic Trace Fog greatly surpassed that of an ordinary person. In his continuous search and journey forward, the initial rare wisps of mist grew more numerous as he ventured further in the direction he had taken. It was then that he saw, in the field of vision of the mosquitoes that were scattered around him, the perfected True Breath realm cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

They just don't know when to quit! Wang Baole frowned. He ignored them and quickened his pace until he reached the center of the region where the Mystic Trace Fog would form. He studied the surrounding and whirled around suddenly. Instead of continuing to run, he raised his right hand and pulled out the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament, his saber. With a sweep of the saber, he drew a circle with a fifty-yard-wide radius on the ground.

He stood still, in the middle of the circle, Dharmic Armament in his hand, and stared into the distant forest coldly. Soon, multiple shadows dashed out and surrounded Wang Baole.

"He who enters this circle dies!" Wang Baole stared coldly at the people surrounding him. He gripped his saber, the tip of its blade pointed to the ground, the tone of his voice casual.

An intense battle aura erupted from his slightly round body suddenly. A black tornado circled around him, blanketing the rapidly gathering mist. Within the black tornado, a ferocious giant crocodile loomed.

The erupting spirit energy roared and rose to the skies. Death loomed in the air, and a cold, merciless aura surged outwards with Wang Baole's words. The assailants could feel a sudden drop in the surrounding temperature.

His words, together with his blood-stained clothes and his icy stare, seemed to be imbued with a startling power that alarmed all cultivators who heard him and shook them to their cores. It was like… a warning from the god of death!

Gradually, the cultivators around Wang Baole started breathing heavily. They were all highly strung and cautious, and they didn't immediately approach. The circle, and the person standing in the middle of it, had shocked them greatly. They weren't idiots. Someone who had fought Zhou Fei and survived could hardly be a weakling!

As a result… in the forest, be it Wang Baole in the center of his circle, or the group of cultivators surrounding it, all gradually fell quiet. A deathly silence broken only by breathing descended upon the area!

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Chapter 253: The Mystic Trace Fog Appears

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Wang Baole gazed at the group with calm and cold eyes. He looked unfazed as if he had cast aside all worries and anxieties and was unconcerned about his life and death.

He cared not for the cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan before him. Even if he didn't use the Dharmic Armament, even if he was heavily wounded, it wouldn't be that difficult for him to wipe them out in a fight to the death. His only real concern was the earlier Foundation Establishment realm cultivator!

The man had clearly gotten ahead of himself and wasn't willing to put himself out again. That was why he had made use of the True Breath realm cultivators to wear him down and test his strength. The man must have been hidden nearby, watching them intently.

From the looks of it, they don't know that the Mystic Trace Fog will appear here…Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he confirmed his understanding. It wasn't surprising. He knew that there were few foolhardy enough to be teleporting all over the place using the Mystic Trace Fog.

In this case, the best strategy is to use a delay tactic… Wang Baole made up his mind then. The backlash from the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament was too great. He had just barely suppressed its effects and wouldn't use it a second time unless it was his final resort.

Time crept by slowly. The span of thirty breaths passed, and the oppressive aura in the air grew stronger and tenser. The cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan started stirring into action.

Wang Baole stood, holding the Dharmic Armament saber in his hand, exuding an aura akin to that of a warrior god. The black tornado and the crocodile that swam in and out of sight within formed an awesome backdrop and added to his fearsome aura…

However, the standoff couldn't persist indefinitely. Gradually, the breathing of the dozen people around him eased. Murderous intent flashed across their eyes. The bolder few stepped towards Wang Baole, growling.

"Everyone, let's attack together. This Wang Baole is only one guy!"

As the words rang out, three people dashed forward and stepped into the circle. Murderous intent flashed in the others' eyes as well. They charged into the circle as well, whipping out their Numinous Treasures and spells. In an instant, an explosion of colors attacked Wang Baole in the circle.

As soon as the first three people stepped into the circle, violence flickered in Wang Baole's eyes. He leaped, swift like lightning, and approached instantly. He didn't attack with the saber. Instead, he formed a fist with his left hand and, disregarding the injuries caused by the earlier backlash, used his full force to punch!

The Supernova erupted instantaneously. It formed a whirlpool that ripped everything apart, colliding directly with the three Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators. Upon collision, the three people resisted and fought back without avail. Pools of blood spilled from their lips as their bodies flew backwards. With a flick of Wang Baole's storage bracelet, three flying swords dashed out and shot through their foreheads!

With a series of heavy thuds, the three corpses fell outside the circle. Everything happened within a blink of an eye. The others, who had been about to strike, froze in alarm at Wang Baole's sudden turn of his head and the air of violence rolling off him. They retreated out of the circle swiftly, afraid to encroach further.

"He who enters this circle, dies!" Wang Baole said coolly after suppressing the blood churning inside him discreetly and slowly swallowing the blood in his mouth without drawing attention from the rest. The heavy scent of blood in the air and the aura of violence emanating from his person gave his repeated words a greater, more awesome weight than his initial utterance.

Under the oppressive, terrifying aura, the cultivators surrounding him took a few more steps back. When they looked at Wang Baole, it was with fear. They had never met someone who was also at the perfected True Breath realm but possessed such terrifying and demented fighting abilities.

Someone had noticed the saber in Wang Baole's hand but had no time to think about it further.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes at the group's collective retreat. It was then that, within the black tornado, where no eyes could see, the Mystic Trace Fog started to gather and form soundlessly. Wang Baole sensed that a teleportation was about to occur behind him. He seemingly took a casual step back, then another. His grip on the saber tightened.

In the forest, a short distance away, Zhou Fei stared unblinkingly at the battle before him. His brow slowly creased. The weakness of the True Breath realm cultivators displeased him greatly.

A bunch of trash! Still, why is Wang Baole trapping himself here? Suspicion colored Zhou Fei's eyes. His gut told him he couldn't drag it out any longer. He snorted. Lifting his right hand, he was about to cast a spell. It was then that he felt something amiss. He turned his head abruptly and saw, a short distance from him, a wisp of mist rapidly gathering.

He froze at the sight of the mist, and the expression on his face soon changed.

"A Mystic Trace Fog! Damn it, he knew there was going to be a Mystic Trace Fog here. He's trying to escape! You useless nitwits, stop him, quick!" Zhou Fei was no longer concerned with keeping himself hidden as he hollered. Panicking, he dashed out with a sudden burst of speed, charging towards the retreating Wang Baole.

The cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan, upon hearing Zhou Fei's furious yelling, gritted their teeth and rushed into the circle at Wang Baole.

As soon as they stepped into the circle, however, all of them suddenly widened their eyes. They started shuddering. They had a weird expression on their faces. Soon, all of them could not control themselves as they started scratching…

They couldn't understand. They had been fine a moment earlier. However, suddenly, a sudden itch had taken them over, either in the arm, their back, or their thigh—each one of them in a different area. It was an indescribable sensation. It was an itch that was unbearable, that forced them to instinctively scratch at it.

As they were scratching, Wang Baole suddenly raised his left hand. A lightning arc shot from his fingers and flew in all directions. Lightning exploded on the cultivators as a sword formed entirely out of lightning flew out.

In an instant, two people's foreheads were pierced through. Terror surged through the remaining Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators immediately. It was then that Zhou Fei approached, howling furiously and dashing straight into the circle. He was behind the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators and struck instantly. He landed a kick on all of them, forcing mouthfuls of blood to spill from their lips. The cultivators couldn't retreat further. Zhou Fei used them as his weapon and, with a kick, sent them flying towards Wang Baole!

He followed behind, with murder and greed in his eyes, charging straight at Wang Baole!

"Die!" He howled while forming hand seals. A cloud of black fog appeared on each of his sides, transforming into two enormous black hands and grabbing at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole watched as Zhou Fei mercilessly disregarded the lives of his own clan and used them as human weapons to stop him from leaving, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his left hand and slammed it into the earth suddenly, causing a wave of electromagnetism to erupt. Bolts of lightning exploded from the earth suddenly, transforming the entire area into a lightning domain!

He wasn't done yet. The lightning bolts that flew out from the ground fused together in mid-air, forming swords made out of lightning. The crossing of the swords in the air formed what appeared to be a web of lightning swords. A thundering roar rose to the skies, and the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators that had been sent flying towards him with a kick were halted in their approach.

Wang Baole retreated abruptly. His one foot had stepped into the Mystic Trace Fog behind him. He was on the verge of being teleported away. Zhou Fei, however, could hardly let his prize slip away.

He was filled with loathing and regret. He loathed himself for being overly cautious. He shouldn't have allowed others to try and wear Wang Baole down; he should have taken the risk of great injury and just killed Wang Baole.

He howled madly when he saw the mist concealed within the black tornado behind Wang Baole. Lifting his right hand, he smacked his forehead violently, and three of his past lives appeared instantly behind him. They disintegrated instantly, becoming a black Qi that surged into his body and formed numerous black marks on his entire body.

The mystic technique gave him a temporary burst of enhanced abilities. Zhou Fei charged forward fiercely, his speed doubling twofold. With a deafening explosion, he burst through the lightning web and appeared before Wang Baole. He raised his hand and, with a crazed and violent glint in his eyes, grabbed fiercely at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole was prepared for it. He hadn't let his guard down despite being half submerged in the mist. As soon as Zhou Fei approached, he gritted his teeth and, risking a second backlash, swept his right hand towards the approaching Zhou Fei. With a loud yell, he released the power of the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber and sent it flying forward!

The tornado around them erupted instantly. The black crocodile in the tornado howled as its tail lashed out. All the spirit energy culminated in the saber in Wang Baole's hands and clashed head-on with Zhou Fei.

A loud thundering resounded in the air. An unimaginable destructive blast exploded and surged outward in all directions, destroying all plant life within a hundred-yard radius. The injured Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators saw their vision go black. Their bodies were smashed instantly, then ripped apart in an explosion.

Zhou Fei started spitting blood. He staggered backwards, retreating more than a hundred yards before his right foot landed on the ground and stood firm. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and his hair fell loose around his shoulders. He lifted his face, which was drained of all color. Where Wang Baole had stood earlier, there was no longer any sight of him!

There was only a rapidly expanding fog that blanketed Zhou Fei as he howled in fury. The fog lingered over the patch of forest for a very long time…

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Chapter 254: An Extraordinary Source of Spirit Qi!

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Within the Mystic Luna Realm, on the dark side of the moon—on the outer region alongside the boundary separating the dark and visible sides of the moon—sat a mountain range.

Wang Baole was being transported to somewhere on the mountain range. As soon as he materialized, he spat out mouthfuls of blood. Unable to stand, he fell to the ground, blood seeping from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His face was pale, and his appearance disheveled and horrifying.

He had appeared on a downward slope, causing his fallen body to roll to the bottom of the mountain with a loud thud and get stuck in a sunken depression. He fell unconscious before he could even summon his puppets out to stand guard.

His injuries were too serious. Not only had he suffered a backlash from using the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament twice, but he had also used the Supernova and his mystic lightning techniques while injured by the backlash. There had also been the counterforce from the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator Zhou Fei's spells. Wang Baole's organs were on the verge of being torn apart from the cumulative damage. The extent of his injuries was almost equal to what he had suffered during his encounter in the Pond Cloud Rainforest.

He was unconscious for an entire day.

Fortunately, while the area was near the visible side of the moon, it was still located on the dark side. Few cultivators ventured there. Nobody discovered him while he lay unconscious the entire day.

During the period, his nine mosquitoes carried out the commands Wang Baole issued before he passed out obediently. They lay on Wang Baole's body and hid him from view. They kept a lookout for anyone passing by as well. Regardless of who it was, they would immediately attack the approaching person and prevent him from getting closer.

A day later, Wang Baole finally, slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't yet gotten a clear picture of his surroundings and fully awakened from his confusion when agonizing pain on every part of his body made itself known and shocked him awake. Sweat started pouring from his forehead.

A long moment later, Wang Baole struggled to sit up. He panted heavily as he eyed his surroundings, then assessed his condition. He smiled wryly.

That's the price for messing around with teleportation. Wang Baole grimaced. He stared at the Dharmic Armament that he had held onto with a death grip during his unconscious state and was overwhelmed with emotions.

He knew if he hadn't possessed the Dharmic Armament, he wouldn't have been able to escape death.

Despite being heavily wounded, he did escape with his life intact. Not only did he escape, but he had also injured the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator as well and drove him raving mad. The thought of that made Wang Baole quite pleased.

Little guy, I'll kill you when I reach the Foundation Establishment realm! Wang Baole patted his stomach out of habit. Intense pain immediately shot through his entire body. He shuddered in pain, the agony residing only after some time.

With a grimace, he struggled to his feet, then eyed his surroundings. He realized he was still on the dark side of the moon. He could see a corner of the planet Earth though. He must not have been far from the visible side of the moon.

If he left in his current wounded state, he would be defenseless should he encounter any danger. After some thought, he used the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament to dig a small cave in the sunken depression. He wormed his way in, sealed the opening partially, and then summoned his puppets to stand guard at one side.

He sat down cross-legged, took his pill out, and started to heal himself.

Wang Baole had prepared a sufficient quantity of pills for the journey to the moon. However, he had suffered grievous injuries. He would need a long time to recover from his injuries if he only took ordinary pills.

In exasperation, Wang Baole pulled out from his storage bracelet the only rare pill he had with extraordinary healing properties. It was the one he had received alongside Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan after they had escaped from danger in the Coulomb Basin. The Ethereal Dao College Deputy Sect Lord who had led the rescue effort had given it to them. Wang Baole's injuries hadn't been as serious, so he hadn't taken it then.

He witnessed Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, after swallowing the pill, undergo a swift recovery despite their grievous injuries. After realizing that the common pills would take too much time, he sucked in a deep breath and swallowed the rare pill.

As the pill entered his body, it transformed into scorching energy that spread throughout his entire body. Wang Baole could immediately sense his injuries healing at an astonishingly swift rate.

Be it injured muscle and flesh or broken bones, they healed right before his eyes. Even his damaged, slightly failing organs that had been a result of backlash from using the Dharmic Armament, started showing signs of recovery.

Wang Baole was beyond excited. He focused both his mind and body on absorbing the healing energy from the pill, and his injuries gradually healed. The entire recovery process took a day.

A day later, when Wang Baole opened his eyes, he was brimming with energy. There seemed to be an endless well of energy within him, and his cultivation seemed to have advanced further as well.

You mean you can train this way too? Wang Baole was overjoyed. He stood up and loosened his joints, preparing to leave and continue his search for fragments.

After the previous battle, he was left with only two fragments. He was still a long way to reaching the Foundation Establishment realm. That was why he had no time to waste. However, just as Wang Baole approached the entrance of the cave and was about to push aside the rock used to seal the opening partially, he suddenly froze. His actions became careful and measured. Even his breathing paused for a second before slowing down, his heartbeat speeding up as dismay overtook him.

How is it that my luck has become so bad after landing on the moon. I'm just sitting in a cave healing. How did I manage to bump into an Eye Ghoul…

Through the opening in the rocks, Wang Baole peered outside and saw, on the slope beside the sunken depression, a hundred and counting… Eye Ghouls!

Each one of the Eye Ghouls had a form that towered thirty meters tall. Their forms looked vaguely humanoid until one saw the countless eyes covering their bodies. The eyes possessed the power to turn one into stone. The spell activated as soon as the Eye Ghoul trapped any creature in its gaze.

The fighting prowess of each Eye Ghoul rivaled that of a perfected True Breath realm cultivator. If it were a true fight to the death though, the Eye Ghoul would turn out the stronger one.

There were more than a hundred Eye Ghouls on the slope outside the mountain cave. The thought of being discovered by them, after he had just recovered, and having to endure more injuries made Wang Baole's head throb.

What bad luck. Wang Baole sighed inwardly. He dared not move an inch. He intended to wait for the Eye Ghouls to leave before going out.

He waited for a long while, but the Eye Ghouls stood, unmoving, on the slope. Wang Baole peeped through the opening from where he was and saw, in the distant sky, a person flying towards them!

Wang Baole's scalp prickled with numbness. He instinctively thought it to be a Core Formation realm cultivator. However, as the figure approached, he caught a closer look and immediately realized it was not a Core Formation realm cultivator but… a Moon Spirit!

The Moon Spirit was like the poltergeist spirits people spoke of. It had an illusory form and was deadly. It rivaled a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, and the stronger ones were the equal of a perfected Foundation Establishment realm cultivator. A True Breath realm cultivator had no chance of survival in an encounter with a Moon Spirit.

During the journey to the moon, the Sect Lord of the Ethereal Dao College had told them, should they come across a Moon Spirit… they shouldn't hesitate to shatter the Lifesaving Jade Slip immediately.

The jade slip is useless now. What's the point of breaking it? Wang Baole held his breath. He felt for his storage bracelet. The seventh-grade Dharmic Armament lying inside was the only thing he placed his hope and faith on.

He got a closer look and saw the Moon Spirit drifting in from the sky. It had the appearance of a young lady. As it approached, the surrounding temperature plunged drastically. Its illusory hair started floating in the air as it descended, and its face was a blur, indiscernible.

It didn't land on the ground but hovered in the air above the swarm of Eye Ghouls. They stared at each other quietly.

Wang Baole was slightly taken aback by the scene before him. It was as if the two sides were communicating with each other. He continued watching curiously. It didn't take long. The Moon Spirit turned, rising to the heavens, and drifted into the distance. One after another, the Eye Ghouls lowered their heads and, soundlessly, started marching towards the direction the Moon Spirit had headed.

Wang Baole watched as they finally left before letting loose a sigh of relief. He waited a while longer, ensured there was no further danger, then carefully left the mountain cave. He stared at where the Moon Spirit and Eye Ghouls were headed. It led to the deeper regions of the dark side of the moon. He turned towards the opposite direction and started running.

I have to leave the dark side of the moon as soon as possible. It's too dangerous here.His journey to the dark side of the moon had had him gripped in terror. As he raced off, he started activating his devouring seed, intending to use it to find more fragments for his Foundation Establishment core.

As soon as the devouring seed started churning, Wang Baole froze in his tracks. Incredulity and disbelief appeared on his face. He whirled around suddenly and stared in the direction where the Eye Ghouls and Moon Spirit had headed.

His devouring seed had clearly felt, in the same direction… a hundred miles away, a sudden Spirit Qi, immensely strong and powerful beyond description, pulsing explosively!

The intensity of the Spirit Qi was beyond anything Wang Baole had come across. It was more than ten times stronger than the Spirit Qi he had experienced in his encounter with Jin Duoming!

Wang Baole wavered between surprise and suspicion. His breathing quickened.

There's something… there?

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Chapter 255: There's Someone Outside!

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A myriad of emotions flashed across Wang Baole's face when he sensed the startling Spirit Qi. He stared at the direction the Spirit Qi originated from. He had a vague idea forming in his head. It brought him excitement, as well as great uncertainty.

It was clear that the Eye Ghouls and Moon Spirits were headed towards the source of the Spirit Qi. Wang Baole guessed that the monsters in the Mystic Luna Realm were drawn inexplicably towards the Spirit Qi. The Spirit Qi must have appeared quite recently. Else, the area would have been overcrowded with luna monsters.

Let's give it a shot! Wang Baole's eyes flashed. He gritted his teeth. He was reluctant to abandon the area and just leave. He wasn't a coward. After making up his mind, Wang Baole abruptly dashed out and, without hesitation, headed towards the source of the Spirit Qi.

Even though he had made up his mind, Wang Baole still remained cautious and didn't venture too near the Eye Ghouls. He steadily and calmly followed them. He knew that the intense waves of Spirit Qi would likely draw other cultivators near. However, he told himself not to be hasty.

If he panicked and did something extreme, there was a chance of him letting the opportunity of acquiring something rare slip through his fingers. He might even lose his life. It was a genuine possibility.

What I'm doing is keeping a cool head during a crisis! Wang Baole grew calmer at that thought. With that thought in mind, Wang Baole maintained his speed, with a focus on caution. He steadily trailed the Eye Ghouls and ventured closer to the deeper regions of the dark side of the moon.

He entered the forest. Wang Baole's breathing quickened as he felt the devouring seed inside him churn with an increasingly intense and startling Spirit Qi. He lowered into a crouch as he ventured deeper into the forest. Wang Baole tried his best to suppress his Spirit Qi.

As Wang Baole followed the Eye Ghouls and continued his approach, he soon reached the deepest part of the forest, where the astonishing Spirit Qi originated. He saw immediately before him—a giant fissure in the ground!

The fissure had clearly appeared recently. Around it, the trees were either uprooted or ripped apart. It was as if a sudden immense force had erupted from what had been flat ground, making the earth swell and rip apart, forming the fissure.

It was more than ten feet wide and thousands of feet long. Tremendous Spirit Qi surged out from the fissure continuously, spreading outward in all directions.

The Eye Ghouls, led by the Moon Spirits, approached the fissure. Without hesitation, they leaped straight in and vanished. Wang Baole spotted other luna monsters from the Mystic Luna Realm being led by other Moon Spirits approaching as well and jumping straight in.

It was as if the Moon Spirits were hunting food for the fissure. They kept spreading out, locating monsters and leading them there.

Wang Baole's heart rate sped up upon the sight. He didn't know what lay within the fissure, but what he could sense from the devouring seed told him that the tremendous source of Spirit Qi was coming from within.

After a long moment's silence, another swarm of monsters approached from afar and entered the fissure, disappearing from sight. The Moon Spirits left in search for more monsters in the Mystic Luna Realm. As the area quieted down, Wang Baole dashed out without hesitation, stepped into the fissure and vanished.

"I knew it. Fat people are all greedy at heart, and stupid too!" As soon as Wang Baole entered the fissure, a young woman in white at the other end of the fissure spoke. She had cast some sort of spell that made her blend perfectly into the surroundings.

It was impossible to see her standing there with the human eye. Even relying on one's cultivation, it would still be difficult to sense anything amiss. The young woman in white was extremely beautiful. Her appearance was alluring. Her eyes, though, held cruelty and an absence of mercy. Her lips curved into a disdainful smirk.

Her name was Chen Hui. She hailed from the Galactic Dusk Sect. Amongst the many disciples in the sect, her ruthlessness surpassed even that of the youth with the black-bandaged hand. She was said to be the top disciple from the Galactic Dusk Sect who had entered the Mystic Luna Realm that year!

She had clearly arrived earlier than Wang Baole but, having sensed danger, hadn't immediately entered the fissure. She continued to observe the surroundings while waiting for the Spirit Qi to draw others to it, with the intention of letting others open the way for her.

I'd planned to wait for half an hour. If no one came, I'd go ahead myself. Who would've thought, there came an idiot.

If that's the case, let him open the way. He'll be the unlucky one if there's any danger. I'll just reap the rewards of his efforts! Chen Hui laughed lightly. Her eyes fell on the fissure in the ground ahead of her. She waited for a period of another dozen breaths or so before dashing into the fissure.

She soon reached the inside of the fissure. It was not completely pitch-black inside. A faint red glow came from the lower depths, allowing the cultivator some degree of visibility. Light flickered in Chen Hui's eyes after she entered, and she raced deeper into the fissure. She could see the indistinct, rotund figure of the other cultivator in the distance moving forward cautiously.

That gave her extreme pleasure. She had the feeling that she was an oriole, perched behind the unaware mantis that was stalking the cicada. She kept her distance and followed her mantis.

However, as Chen Hui continued her pursuit of the rotund figure, in the not so far away distance, at the edge of the fissure, the soil loosened. Wang Baole dug his way out, blinked, and stared in the direction the young woman left. He laughed, surprised.

There was indeed someone outside.

When Wang Baole had entered the fissure earlier, he hadn't rushed off immediately. Even though he had observed his surroundings and concluded there was no one around before entering the fissure, out of caution, he had pulled out a puppet replica of himself and let the replica dash ahead while he swiftly dug a hole and burrowed inside.

Since he was unsure if there was indeed anyone else lying in wait, the best course of action, in his mind, was to rig some bait and try to lure them out. If there was indeed someone else outside, after seeing him enter, they would definitely rush out and follow closely behind. They might even have the intention of letting him foolishly scout ahead first for their benefit.

If there was indeed no one, he would dig himself out after waiting for a while and venture in.

Seeing how he had successfully lured someone out, and that someone was not only a young woman but an extremely beguiling young woman whom he was unfamiliar with, Wang Baole sniggered. Slowly and carefully, he started following her.

As the two of them ventured deeper into the fissure, one behind the other, both thinking themselves the oriole, outside the fissure, beyond the forest—in a place ten miles away—seven to eight tall and muscular cultivators, their eyes shining with a brilliant strange light, were racing towards the fissure.

One of them was holding a compass which rapidly pulsated with a bright red light. The light sat directly on the fissure, which Wang Baole and Chen Hui had just entered.

"The Seeking Compass that Elder Lee crafted personally is amazing indeed. It can seek out all sources of Spirit Qi within a thirty-mile radius. As long as we, the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect, have this compass, our sect will have the most number of people to reach the Foundation Establishment realm this year in the Mystic Luna Realm!"

"Even if something unexpected is to happen, as long as we attain the Foundation Establishment realm, we'll have the power to defend ourselves!" The seven to eight Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples spoke in hushed, excited voices, finalizing their plan of action as they sped up.

"Everyone, be ready. If the rare treasure falls not into the hands of someone from our sect but into the hands of someone from another political force… we'll make sure to exterminate him, regardless of who he is! We must not let anyone else have it!"

The group of Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples raced ahead with murderous intent. In a separate direction, the youth from the Galactic Dusk Sect who had been robbed earlier by Wang Baole had clearly not sensed the Spirit Qi coming from the fissure, but he had unconsciously made his way to its vicinity in his search. He was dashing ahead dispassionately, searching for fragments to build his Foundation Establishment core.

Even further in the distance were the cultivators from the Senate faction, from the Five Generation Sky Clan, and even the four Dao Colleges. There were many who were traveling alone and many others who had formed groups of three to five cultivators.

As time passed, the visible side of the moon had been fully searched. The cultivators from the various political forces soon turned their sights to the dark side of the moon. The boundary between the dark and visible sides of the moon quickly saw the gathering of numerous cultivators.

Fortunately, even though the Spirit Qi from within the fissure was immense, unless one possessed something like Wang Baole's devouring seed, one would have to reach a certain distance before they could sense the Spirit Qi. If they were slightly further away, they wouldn't be able to locate it without great difficulty.

As the crowd gathered and hurried about in the regions nearby, Wang Baole followed secretly behind Chen Hui and gradually reached the lower depths of the fissure…

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Chapter 256: A Small Tripod Cauldron!

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As they ventured further inside the fissure, the faint red glow grew deeper in intensity and shade, its color almost like blood. Earth lined the two walls of the only path, and before them was an endless crimson glow.

Be it the Eye Ghouls or the other mutated beasts, they all leaped into the red light after entering and vanished. Wang Baole and Chen Hui, as well as Wang Baole's puppet, didn't do the same, of course. They backed up against the wall and approached cautiously.

There was a slight distance between each one of them. Both Chen Hui and Wang Baole had their guard up while they surveyed their surroundings cautiously. They were also trying their best to keep themselves hidden and prevent their own discovery.

As for the presence of Spirit Qi formed from the cumulative fragments on her person, if the quantity had been too great, Wang Baole's devouring seed, despite being able to suppress the Spirit Qi to a certain extent, would not have been able to completely wipe out the presence of Spirit Qi. His discovery would have been inevitable. That was what had happened at the Five Generation Sky Clan's secret location. However, he had only a few fragments on him now and, as a result, was able to conceal his presence temporarily.

Chen Hui seemed to have some means of doing the same, as Wang Baole couldn't feel the presence of Spirit Qi on her.

As they continued their descent, the occasional beasts continued to jump in from above, flying past them and into the red light below.

It was as if the beasts had lost control of their minds. Wang Baole observed them closely and realized that they had a lost, dazed look in their eyes. It was as if they were under someone or something's control and being led straight into the crimson glow.

Alarm grew in Wang Baole's heart. If not for the incredibly strong Spirit Qi the devouring seed was sensing from the red glow, making it impossible for Wang Baole to give it up, he would have turned tail and left by now.

The bizarre red glow gave Wang Baole a feeling that behind it lay a huge secret, and an unimaginable horror.

I have a feeling that I'm doing something extremely stupid and reckless… Wang Baole sighed inwardly. He eyed his puppet ahead as it approached the edge of the red glow. He shook himself alert and started to exert control over the puppet, observing it. It was at that moment that, suddenly, the look on Wang Baole's face shifted.

His puppet… with no rhyme or reason, after approaching the crimson glow, suddenly shuddered. It whirled around abruptly and stared at where Chen Hui stood. Its gaze seemed to sweep past her, towards him.

Then, the edge of its mouth lifted into a smile. It was a bizarre smile that had a hint of icy cold to it. With a sudden leap, it loosened its grip on the wall and jumped straight into the dense, ocean-like, nebulous depths of the red light!

Chen Hui's expression changed to that of alarm at the sight. She realized she had been discovered. The thought of the figure before her not being that of an actual person didn't occur to her. Even if that thought had crossed her mind earlier, his turning his head, the strange expression on his face and the flicker of light in his eyes had convinced her of his being a real human. Even Wang Baole had been taken aback. A myriad of emotions surged in his heart.

What's going on? Wang Baole felt his scalp prickle. An indescribable feeling took over him. His heart started beating rapidly. His muscles twitched. He hadn't made the puppet turn its head, and he hadn't engineered that expression on its face. Despite his skill in the creation of puppets vastly surpassed many others, regardless how lifelike his creations looked, they couldn't have achieved the effect the puppet had made one feel when it had turned its head.

In that instant, he felt… as if the puppet had come to life!

If that were what had truly happened… with the puppet being fashioned in the exact appearance of Wang Baole, it would be like coming face to face with his doppelganger. Wang Baole's head couldn't stop buzzing. He was overcome by inexplicable bafflement.

Wang Baole's wariness of the glowing red sea below him intensified. Just as he was deliberating whether he should leave immediately, he noticed Chen Hui forming hand seals. She was casting some sort of spell. Suddenly, a violent wind appeared where she was.

As if finding it lacking, Chen Hui lifted her right hand and whipped out a wooden figurine. It was purple in color. From the far distance where Wang Baole stood, he could only see that the figurine seemed to have its arms folded across its chest and couldn't discern any other features. The sensation that the figurine gave Wang Baole, though, was that of alarm and awe. It seemed to exude a power that was only a tier below his Dharmic Armament.

After whipping out the figurine, Chen Hui quickly flung it towards the red glowing light. It fell into the red glow. The violent winds seemed to be instantly drawn towards the light and sped after the falling figurine. They seemed to draw strength from the figurine, growing larger and larger, transforming into a tornado that whirled around the figurine. As the tornado sunk into the red glow, it suddenly exploded!

Air surged outwards in waves following the explosion. Wang Baole clung fiercely onto the walls, and he was nearly swept away by the rush of the violent wind. As alarm rose in his heart, he saw, following the combustion of the figurine and tornado, the glowing red light-sea growing fainter. It was like a dispelling. The light grew increasingly translucent and, very quickly, turned clear!

As soon as the light was completely dispelled, Wang Baole saw the secret that was hidden within the depths of the fissure!

Deep inside the fissure, was a tree branch!

The tree branch was of considerable size and buried deep underground. The small part of it exposed to sight was three hundred meters long. It was yellowed, with hints of black, the colors entwined with each other like markings on a snake. Many parts of the tree were completely shriveled and appeared dead. It exuded an ancient spirit energy as if it had been around for a very, very long time. Too long, in fact.

The tree branch was clearly a small part of the larger whole. A greater part of its full form was buried deep underground. Its depth and width were unknown. If a fissure hadn't appeared there, Wang Baole wouldn't have known that such an enormous tree existed underground on the moon!

His first instincts were that it must be the mythical… Osmanthus Tree on the moon!

That was, however, something from the ancient myths. Even Wang Baole found it hard to believe. He couldn't even begin to imagine the actual size of the tree. Only a small part of it was exposed, after all, and that was already such a stirring sight.

Be it his encounter in the Coulomb Basin or with Huang Shan, the trees that had been revealed couldn't begin to compare with the tree in front of him. It was like the chasm separating a human and an ant.

Wang Baole saw, on the branch of the large tree, a scar that probably seemed tiny to the giant tree but to Wang Baole's eyes, was huge wound hundreds of feet long!

It didn't seem to be caused by an external force but the result of a shriveling and fracturing from the inside. There were no tree fluids to be seen. However… everything that entered, be it Eye Ghoul or bat beast or even Wang Baole's puppet, seemed to be swallowed up by the giant tree of their own accord—willingly becoming part of the tree!

Above the torn wound, on the tree's bark, was a small tripod cauldron embedded in the bark. As soon as Wang Baole saw the small tripod cauldron, there was a loud explosion in his head. Emotions rushed through him in a torrent. The small tripod cauldron was the source of the startling Spirit Qi. As soon as Wang Baole saw it, he felt a rush of instinctive longing!

The object was something that could be used to form one's Foundation Establishment core!

It was, as the materials from the college had stated, a fully intact artifact that only the ones blessed with the utmost luck could get their hands on!

He had had his guesses, which was why he had risked such danger to go there. But when his eyes fell on the tripod cauldron, and his guesses were verified, he was still visibly excited. His emotions stirred, and a flash of want appeared in his eyes!

Equally stirred was Chen Hui. Her breathing quickened. She calmed herself down quickly and formed hand seals, pointing at the figurine that was currently fueling the tornado. The tornado slowly changed its course and tried to nudge the small tripod cauldron, drawing it into its center.

Wang Baole stared unblinkingly ahead and waited patiently for his chance to strike.

Under Chen Hui's tremendous efforts, the small tripod cauldron slowly, steadily trembled and was loosened. Before long, under the watchful, nervous eyes of Wang Baole and Chen Hui, the small tripod cauldron shook and was swept away by the tornado!

Chen Hui was overjoyed. She immediately wielded the figurine to bring the small tripod cauldron to her. Wang Baole's eyes brightened suddenly. He was about to strike when at that moment… suddenly, within the crack on the giant tree, a red light erupted. It was like a sea of glowing red, spreading outward and about to flood everything anew.

The figurine collided with the red light and trembled with instability. It seemed on the verge of being drowned out by the light. Seeing her efforts nearly coming to a waste, Chen Hui panicked and formed hand seals rapidly, pointing suddenly.

"Explode!"

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Chapter 257: A Battle for the Tripod Cauldron!

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In an instant, the figurine shuddered violently and, before being drowned by the red sea, erupted and exploded. It strengthened the power of the surrounding winds multiple folds and was on the verge of drawing the small tripod cauldron away.

It didn't succeed, however. The crimson sea seemed to possess a strange power that dispelled all spells. Despite the figurine's self-combustion spurring stronger winds, it seemed to have made little difference.

Chen Hui could only watch on, unwillingly and helplessly, as the tornado was dispelled, and the small tripod cauldron hovering in mid-air was drawn back and under the red sea.

She knew she had no chance of snatching away the small tripod cauldron that could be used for one's Foundation Establishment core. A stranger may not know what the red sea was, but she had vaguely read about it in their sect library. She knew how terrifying it truly was. She bit her lip and decided to give up and leave.

It was when she had abandoned all hope, and the small tripod cauldron was about to be swept under the crimson sea, that Wang Baole finally struck. A strange bright light shone in his eyes. The devouring seed inside him erupted with an unprecedented force and intensity, forming an extraordinary suction force that he focused in his hands. He held them towards the small tripod cauldron bobbing in the sea of red light and, across an expanse of emptiness separating them, grabbed at it!

Come to daddy!

In the sea of red light, the small tripod cauldron instantly shuddered. It was as if an enormous pair of invisible hands had suddenly grabbed at it. Chen Hui watched, stunned, as the small tripod cauldron flew out and raced straight towards Wang Baole. Wang Baole snatched it out of the air with a gleeful look. As he used the devouring seed to suppress the Spirit Qi, he dashed upwards towards the fissure's entrance!

Chen Hui's eyes widened as she stared at Wang Baole's figure, identical to the earlier puppet. White noise erupted in her head. She came to a sudden realization and let loose a terrifying scream. She dashed out immediately and pursued Wang Baole.

A murderous aura erupted from her person as she chased relentlessly after Wang Baole. Her eyes shone brightly with violence and madness. Arrogant and prideful, she never would have thought in her wildest dreams that the fatty would trick her!

He had clearly set up a trap and hidden after summoning his replica. She had stalked a replica for so long, like a fool, even wasting a precious figurine. The damn asshole must have been so pleased with himself, following behind her, stealing the small tripod cauldron from her at the most critical moment!

The insult to her intellect and the loss of a precious opportunity was something Chen Hui, hailing from the Galactic Dusk Sect, could not swallow. Murderous intent gathered around her. At that instant, a sea of blood seemed to rise behind her.

Such a strong killing intent! Wang Baole was shocked. Before dashing out from the fissure, he sent a Supernova punch below him.

The fissure quaked amidst the deafening explosion, and a whirlpool erupted into being. The force of the Supernova surged towards Chen Hui, and a cold glint flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. His past near-death experiences had taught him that Chen Hui was intent on killing him. He wouldn't bother to be gentlemanly with her then. After striking with the Supernova, he pulled out a handful of self-exploding beads and threw them out!

A loud rumbling traveled through the air. The earth trembled and parts of the opening started collapsing. Upon seeing Chen Hui on the verge of being buried in, Wang Baole dashed out from the opening without hesitation and sped off into the distance at full speed!

He wasted no time lingering. After snatching the small tripod cauldron, the latter's Spirit Qi, upon coming into contact with his own, had erupted anew. Its reemergence was an earth-shattering force that rose to the sky.

The devouring seed tried suppressing the Spirit Qi, but the results were dismal. He was like a gigantic fiery hurricane in a pitch-black night, clearly visible regardless of how far away one was. It was more startling, more glaring, and more intense than it had been in the fissure!

The intense Spirit Qi was like strong waves surging and hitting against Wang Baole's spirit. An instinctive, overwhelming longing overcame him. He longed to meld with the cauldron and attain the Foundation Establishment realm!

At such a time, lingering even for a moment was dangerous. If the young woman caught up with him and Wang Baole was caught in a fight, any delay, even if Wang Baole was forced to use his Dharmic Armament and kill her, would be a waste of precious time. If Wang Baole was to be wounded, he didn't know if he would be able to guard against the small tripod cauldron being snatched by others before reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.

He knew clearly that the moment he snatched over the small tripod cauldron, he had become a brightly burning torch that would drive any powerful person in the Mystic Luna Realm mad with hunger for it!

In the past, every time the Mystic Luna Realm was open, before the current strange happenings, death was common during contests amongst the political forces. It was worse now, with the realm sealed and them separated from the outside world, and with a fully intact artifact in his possession.

The temptation and appeal were too great for everyone. He could imagine the blood that would be shed, the danger that loomed at every corner!

He had no choice. Unless he decided to cast the small tripod cauldron aside, the other path left to him was to attain the Foundation Establishment realm as soon as possible. Only by achieving the Foundation Establishment realm did he have a chance to turn the tide against them.

Wang Baole's greater worry was the Foundation Establishment realm and Core Formation realm cultivators from the Five Generation Sky Clan. He knew he had no time to waste. That was why he had immediately raced away after exiting the crevice.

He sped away into the distance, swift like a sudden bolt of lightning.

It was as Wang Baole had predicted. In the forest miles away, the seven to eight Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples had been racing when the one ahead carrying the compass froze at the exact moment Wang Baole grabbed hold of the small tripod cauldron.

"The Spirit Qi source is moving. Damn it, someone's gotten to it first! My god, this source… how can it be so strong? It's more than ten times stronger than before!

"This isn't just a fragment. It's a… fully intact artifact!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's eyes popped. Their breathing quickened, and a murderous intent flickered across their eyes. They didn't hesitate, charging at full speed towards the location pointed out by the pulsing light on the compass that was ten times brighter than it had been before.

At the same time, a distance away from the fissure, the black-robed youth from the Galactic Dusk Sect was approaching with a dark, solemn face. The expression on his face transformed suddenly. He twisted his head towards where Wang Baole was at, incredulity and a mad joy on his face.

This Spirit Qi source… could it be a fully intact artifact? I don't care who has it. It's mine! An air of viciousness erupted from his person. He swiftly unraveled the black bandages on his right hand. Wisps of black gases spread out rapidly. His speed increased multiple folds as he dashed towards the source!

There was no end to it. At that moment, the cultivators from the various political forces were gathered at the boundaries separating the visible and dark sides of the moon. The visible side of the moon had been searched clean. Everyone had their sights on the dark side of the moon.

As a consequence, even though the fissure was located at only one of those intersections, the cultivators gathered there still numbered in the hundreds. Amidst the chaos, killings and fights over fragments took place from time to time. They were all painfully aware that some of them might have already attained the Foundation Establishment realm.

However, the Mystic Luna Realm was too vast. With the failing of the voice transmission jade slip, there was no way of truly knowing.

At that moment, with the Spirit Qi source on Wang Baole erupting like a fiery tornado and roaring to the heavens, every cultivator within a two thousand mile radius, to varying degrees, sensed it. With great eagerness and excitement, they raced from all directions towards the source of the tremendous Spirit Qi!

As for the region where the fissure stood and where Wang Baole had snatched away the small tripod cauldron, a loud explosion rang from underground after his departure. Earth was flung into the air, and a disheveled Chen Hui, her hair loosened and in a mess, shot out from underground. She spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as she emerged above ground. Her face was pale, and blood lined the veins in her crazed eyes. She let out a shrill shriek.

I'm going to kill you! She whirled around and glared in the direction where the obvious and glaring source of Spirit Qi lay. She raced towards it with murder in her eyes.

If someone were to stand perched atop an elevated spot and look below, he would be able to see, within the two thousand mile radius that included the intersection between the visible and dark sides of the moon, hundreds of cultivators approaching swiftly from all directions.

The location they were approaching was where Wang Baole stood!

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Chapter 258: So What If You're a Dharmic Armament Cultivator?

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Wang Baole was fully aware of the consequences of acquiring the small tripod cauldron. He knew what lay ahead of him. He also knew the dangers that loomed at every corner after the Mystic Luna Realm had been sealed.

He still decided to use the item to build his Foundation Establishment core!

I've learned from the high officials' autobiographies not only the ways to handle human relationships but also lessons about life. There was something from the autobiographies that said, few things in life are guaranteed. Oftentimes, you can make a gamble for it if there's a sixty percent chance of success. With a seventy to eighty percent chance, you should bet heavily on its success!

Even though the element of gambling is strong in the statement, how could I live with myself if I don't try and fight for this? Wang Baole's eyes shone with a brilliant light. He was rarely so serious. There was none of his usual mirth. In its place was a streak of vicious and crazed determination.

He was calm, instead of impulsive, and his mind raced through his various options. He knew that leaving for the visible side of the moon was out of the question. What he was worried about the most wasn't encountering strangers but people he knew and was familiar with.

Have faith in the goodness in others, but do not bet on it. That was a line from the high officials' autobiographies that Wang Baole had given a great deal of thought to. In conclusion, human nature was not up to the challenge.

Many times, a person's transformation was not due to himself but a result of an opportunity that others had given him, one which he might come to regret his entire life.

As a result, the more familiar a person is, the closer a friend, the more intimate a family member, the more one should avoid presenting such an opportunity to the person. That was something Wang Baole was deeply aware of. Now, he was that opportunity in other people's eyes.

"I'm left with the dark side of the moon then. There are fewer familiar faces, and fewer enemies too…

"I can't give up on finding the Mystic Trace Fog either. Even at the risk of being teleported to other regions. It'll be the last resort, using the Mystic Trace Fog to escape.

"Everything's just a means to an end. The most important thing now is to find somewhere to build my Foundation Establishment core quickly!"

"Before that happens, if anyone dares to harm me out of greed, I may have to… fight my way out!" Wang Baole mused silently, and a cold glint flickered in his eyes. He hurriedly raced deeper into the forest on the dark side of the moon.

Wang Baole knew that his strengths lay in his resilient physical body and a cultivation that surpassed that of a typical perfected True Breath realm cultivator. He also had an abundance of Numinous Treasures as well as a Dharmic Armament. Another clear advantage he had was his experience in navigating the forest on the dark side of the moon!

Not everyone possessed his experience and knowledge. He had the experience of hunting and being hunted in the forest on the dark side of the moon. He fell back on such knowledge, and as he ventured further into the forest and the plant life thickened around him, Wang Baole's sense of security grew. The gray mosquito regenerated anew then and, together with the other mosquitoes, spread out in the forest. Wang Baole could see everything within a hundred yards clearly.

As a result, while the rest were slowing down slightly, unaccustomed to the unfamiliar dangers in the forest, Wang Baole's speed increased instead.

I need three days to reach the Foundation Establishment realm… Wang Baole did some calculations as he ran. He also tried repeatedly to suppress the cauldron's Spirit Qi with his devouring seed. Though the results were not astounding, it was still of help.

Six hours had passed since he had gotten the small tripod cauldron. He hadn't yet come across any other cultivators. However, just as Wang Baole had gotten a handle on the time that had passed, suddenly, his pupils contracted. His right hand raised and sent an arc of lightning dashing behind him, to the right, in the forest.

With his current cultivation, the Flash Arc no longer summoned a mere bolt of lightning. The attack was infused with electromagnetic force. It expanded into a vast lightning web in mid-air that flew past the trees, towards a young woman who suddenly dashed out like an arrow shot from a bow from behind him!

The young woman had a towering, muscular form and held a large sword in her hand. She was not Chen Hui, nor was she someone from the Galactic Dusk Sect. She was a cultivator from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect who had raced ahead of the rest. They had been more prepared than Wang Baole had expected, attempting to stage an ambush after approaching Wang Baole, only to be discovered by the mosquitoes.

In the face of the sudden lightning web, the young woman roared and slashed violently at the vast net. A tremendous force erupted from her. The web was sliced into two halves instantly, transforming into countless lightning arcs that scattered throughout the area.

"Hand over the source of Spirit Qi on you, and we'll leave your corpse intact!" The young woman lifted her head and stared at Wang Baole. As she laughed viciously, seven to eight silhouettes dashed forward from behind her. They were young men and women, and all of them had towering, muscular builds. The battle lust stemming from them was alarming. They were clearly fearsome warriors who were physically powerful.

"Get lost now, and I won't have to kill you," Wang Baole said coolly.

"What a joke!" The young woman burst out into furious laughter. She leaped and was about to charge forward. The people standing behind her sneered and leaped into the air as well. As soon as their feet left the ground, Wang Baole's right hand raised and formed a hand seal. The lightning bolts forming the lightning web, which had been sliced apart earlier by the young woman, flew suddenly into the air and transformed into swords made out of lightning. They wove their way through the crowd.

They dashed about swiftly, with alarming speed. The disciples from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect all had coarse, thick skin and hard muscles. They disregarded the swords, racing through the crisscrossing flying lightning swords with greed in their eyes and ugly grins on their faces, straight for Wang Baole.

They could disregard the lightning, but they couldn't escape the mosquitoes. Wang Baole's ten mosquitoes charged forward swiftly, biting each person they came upon. In an instant, the looks on the seven to eight disciples from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect changed drastically. They gasped in shock.

"What's going on!"

"Something bit me!"

As alarm colored their expressions, Wang Baole dispensed with useless speeches and took a step forward. With a sudden burst of speed, he arrived before a male disciple from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect. An icy glint flashed across his eyes as he threw his fist out. The disciple, a hideous grimace on his face as he tried to withstand a terrible itch, threw his fist forward in a roar as well.

Wang Baole didn't dodge the attack. Instead, he put more force behind his. An explosive sound rang into the air the moment the two of them collided. The disciple from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect let out an agonizing cry. His right arm, which had collided with Wang Baole's, was crushed from the fist. The damage traveled up his entire arm, extending to half of his body, his flesh smashed bloody before he finally exploded!

He hadn't even the time for a single thought before he died from the immense injury.

The sight was a sudden shock to the rest. Alarm and terror rose within them, and they fell back instinctively. When they looked at Wang Baole, it was with eyes of horror and incredulity. Only the muscular young woman who had slashed through the lightning web narrowed her eyes then. She didn't retreat. Her battle lust intensified instead.

Wang Baole ignored the crazy woman and, instead, raised his right hand and swept it across the air. A line appeared on the ground.

"I'm not a person who enjoys killing others. He who crosses this line… dies!" After he was done speaking, Wang Baole turned and prepared to leave.

"Don't be frightened. Why not kill us if he really was capable of doing it? He's actually afraid, and trying to scare us off!" the young woman carrying the big sword said immediately. She charged forward, ignoring the line that was drawn. The other disciples, upon seeing their senior sister disciple attacking and hearing what seemed to be words of reason, grew aggressive once more. They passed the drawn boundary and charged at Wang Baole.

As soon as they came charging, Wang Baole turned around and flicked his storage bracelet. The seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber appeared in his hand. With a sudden wide sweep of the saber, he slashed at the seven to eight people behind him.

He controlled the power that was released, ensuring it wasn't too overwhelming and that the extent of the backlash was something within his tolerance. Even so, as soon as the Dharmic Armament appeared, the skies changed, and a black tornado suddenly erupted. The shadow of a crocodile appeared instantly and lashed out alongside the blinding slash of the blade!

Wang Baole stored away his saber the next instant. As his hair drifted in the wind, and the black tornado and crocodile around him vanished, he turned without looking at the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples standing there. He stared instead into the distant forest and said, dispassionately, "This line applies to you too."

Done with speaking, Wang Baole turned and left, vanishing into the deep forest. A black-robed youth appeared at the spot he had originally stared at. He was the young prodigy of the Galactic Dusk Sect who had been robbed by Wang Baole previously. He couldn't control his trembling body and found breathing difficult. His eyes were filled with unprecedented shock and horror as he stared at the line on the ground and the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples who were, at present, slowly keeling over, their heads rolling off their shoulders. A sudden cold rose up his spine and throughout his entire body.

Damn it, that weapon of his must be a Dharmic Armament… hmmph! What's so great about having a Dharmic Armament? He even went to the extent of doing something as ridiculous as drawing a line in the ground. How juvenile! The youth was furious but hesitated over whether he should continue his pursuit. He eventually released a long sigh, after realizing that possessing a Dharmic Armament was indeed quite impressive, and chose to give up.

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Chapter 259: Devouring Your Master?

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Some were killed, some gave up, and others continued their pursuit. The brightness of the source of Spirit Qi on Wang Baole surpassed the definition and concept of a torch. It was like a burning volcano. Every cultivator within a two thousand mile radius would immediately sense it.

Those within the hundreds of miles, especially, upon sensing the source of Spirit Qi, immediately stirred and grew excited. Even though they knew that it might be all for naught, the greed in their hearts and the tiniest sliver of possibility still drove them towards the location of the spiritual source.

The Galactic Dusk Sect, for example, had seventy to eighty disciples within the radius. They were scattered throughout the area and on their respective solo hunts inside the Mystic Luna Realm. At that moment, however, an icy glint flickered across their eyes. They started dashing towards the same location.

Besides the Galactic Dusk Sect, there was also the Five Generation Sky Clan. Not every disciple from the clan knew about what was going on at the dark side of the moon. The Five Generation Sky Clan, after all, comprised of multiple family clans that were in constant conflict. At that moment, there were as many Five Generation Sky Clan disciples seeking their fortunes and fragments in the mystic realm. They grew excited and agitated as well after sensing the source of Spirit Qi and rushed towards it.

The same happened for the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect. Besides the three political forces, there were also the descendants and heirs of the City Lords who sat in the Senate, as well as minor political personalities affiliated with the Senate. There were easily more than a hundred people within the two thousand mile radius. Regardless of where they were scattered in the area, they all chose to charge towards the source of the Spirit Qi like the rest.

Amongst them were those with a prominent status, like Li Xiu. Besides him, there were two others—one a nephew of the Heavenly City's City Lord and the other a nephew of the Eternal Joy City's City Lord.

The latter two were your typical tyrants and bullies. They had attended the Ethereal Fruit Feast as well. Now that they were there and had the Foundation Establishment realm within reach, they had no reason to give up when they sensed the source of Spirit Qi.

Every political force gathered. They seemed to form a huge spiraling whirlpool that had Wang Baole as its locus, spreading a thousand miles in all directions.

Wang Baole, who had become the eye of a storm, was presently racing through the forest and silently counting down the time. He didn't mind fighting to the death, but he wasn't a bloodthirsty person at heart. If he could resolve the crisis he was in without having to kill anyone, he would do so in a heartbeat.

That was what he had planned to do. If he could find a chance and create a window of three free days for himself, he would be able to build his Foundation Establishment core. It was a good idea. The execution of it was the challenge.

Wang Baole was racing through the forest when his eyes suddenly flashed. His right hand raised and swept behind him. His Spirit Qi burst out, and lightning bolts snaked around his right hand as he caught the flying sword surging towards him.

The flying sword was black in color, and a strange glimmer shone on its blade. It seemed to contain some sort of poison. Wang Baole used his Spirit Qi to stop it in mid-flight, lightning bolts snaking up the sword, and, without any hesitation, flung it back where it came from.

His series of actions were fluid like water and very, very fast. In an instant, a pained cry rang out. A silhouette dashed out from deep within the forest, hand pressed against his chest as he retreated hurriedly.

He didn't get far. The person shuddered as blue spread rapidly over his entire body, and he quickly fell to the ground with a thud—dying on the spot.

There was a cut on his forehead. A gray mosquito flew straight out from the cut and vanished in the surrounding forest.

Another one. Wang Baole's face was cold and hard. He recognized the other's attire. It was a disciple from the Galactic Dusk Sect. Excluding the black-robed youth, that was the seventh person from the Galactic Dusk Sect.

They were all eccentric characters who were extremely skilled in concealment and camouflage. They were proficient in staging ambushes as well. If Wang Baole didn't have his mosquitoes' vision, he would find it challenging to sense them as clearly.

Wang Baole didn't check out the corpse. He was about to continue his journey deeper into the forest when a flash of light flickered across his eyes. He retreated hastily. As soon as he stepped back, the light from ten spells surged forward from both sides in a deafening roar, disintegrating the trees around him. The ground on which Wang Baole had stood a moment earlier quaked, and snapped branches and torn leaves flew in the air.

If Wang Baole hadn't dodged in time, he would have been struck by the ten spells.

As soon as he had fallen back, twenty odd people dashed out from both sides of the forest. Most of them were from the Five Generation Sky Clan. They weren't from the same family clan of those Five Generation Sky Clan disciples Wang Baole had crossed paths with earlier, but the greed and murder in their eyes were the same.

They wasted no time talking. As soon as they appeared, the twenty-odd people charged at Wang Baole with greed in their eyes. They had never seen each other before and hadn't held grudges against each other before that moment. However, at that moment, anyone who held such a tremendous source of Spirit Qi was the enemy in their eyes! The consequences they would face after snatching such an item from Wang Baole was something they, in the face of extreme greed, hadn't considered. They had to get it first.

Wang Baole wasn't an indecisive person. He didn't enjoy killing. However, if he couldn't set aside the three days he needed by any other means, he was left with no choice.

If I have no choice but to kill my way to a three-day window, I'll do it! A vicious light flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. As the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples rushed towards him, he shifted and formed hand seals with his right hand. Bolts of lightning descended immediately, and a web of electromagnetism was cast out over the air. It transformed into numerous lightning swords that shot out towards his enemies.

It didn't end there. As the deputy pavilion head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, Wang Baole had countless Numinous Treasures. Even though he had expended quite a few, he still had enough of them at his disposal. With a sweep of his hand, he summoned a dozen Flying Frost Swords and a handful of self-exploding beads and flung them out. In an instant, deafening explosions shook the lands and sent heaven and earth quaking.

Amid the chaos, as the twenty or so Five Generation Sky Clan disciples whipped out their Numinous Treasures and cast spells, Wang Baole's form blurred. It was like the sudden eruption of a lightning dragon as a shrill cry pierced the air. He appeared suddenly before one of the disciples and, without a pause in his step, slammed right into him.

A myriad of emotions flashed across the person's face. He hurriedly fell back and tried to counter the blow, but to no avail. He was slammed straight in the chest. Blood spilled out from his mouth as his chest was crushed inwards. He let loose a terrifying scream and, like a kite cut from its string, keeled over. Wang Baole, without any stutter in his steps, turned and kicked smoothly at another person's crotch. The latter tried to block the blow with his right hand. It didn't work.

There was the sound of an arm breaking as Wang Baole's kick landed on the person's crotch, and an almost inhuman cry rang out into the air. A spasm shot through the cultivator's body before he fell to the ground, dead.

After two consecutive kills, the battle lust emanating from Wang Baole intensified. He knew that they were intent on exterminating him. He had two choices before him—kill, or be killed!

"I'll kill you all!" Wang Baole roared. He dashed forward in a blur and engaged in battle with the twenty odd cultivators, leaving death in his wake.

A mere fifteen minutes later, corpses lay scattered on the ground. All that remained of the Five Generation Sky Clan group were two cultivators. Their faces were drained of blood, and their eyes bright with terror and confusion. They seemed to have been roused from their earlier madness and greed. With a shrill scream, they fled hastily.

Wang Baole was panting slightly. He hadn't suffered many injuries. However, battling with twenty odd perfected True Breath realm cultivators was an exhausting feat. It was a pale comparison to the backlash from using the Dharmic Armament though. It was still something within Wang Baole's limits.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes upon seeing the two fleeing people. He didn't plan to pursue them, but as he was about to leave, he heard a scream, followed by another not long after.

A flash of light flickered across Wang Baole's eyes. He didn't issue an order to kill to the mosquito…

The gray mosquito returned swiftly and hovered before Wang Baole. After experiencing multiple rounds of massacre, its Spirit Qi had transformed. One could clearly sense, after careful observation, bloodthirst exuding from the gray mosquito.

That was the first time it was displaying signs of rebellion before Wang Baole. It buzzed aggressively, with enmity. As soon as the buzzing sound rang out, the other nine mosquitoes emerged from the surrounding forest, racing forward and surrounding Wang Baole, displaying hostility towards the gray mosquito in the nine-to-one stand-off.

"I was the one who made you. How dare you rebel against your master? You've grown gutsy, haven't you?" Wang Baole snorted. The scabbard inside his body started churning. Instantly, a binding force erupted and blanketed the gray mosquito. The mosquito shuddered violently. Its body started showing signs of shattering!

Wang Baole, who possessed the sword scabbard, held the life of the mosquito within the palm of his hand!

After some time, the gray mosquito started crying out for mercy. Its thoughts surfaced clearly in Wang Baole's mind, causing surprise and startlement to flicker across his eyes. He withdrew the power of the scabbard.

"If this happens again, I'll break your proboscis!" Wang Baole said coolly, then turned and left.

The gray mosquito was still for a moment, before immediately following Wang Baole. Together, with the other mosquitoes, they split up and flew off into the distance, extending Wang Baole's vision and, at the same time, guarding their master.

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Chapter 260: A Broken Arm!

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The killing was still going on!

The pursuit was still happening!

After all, the mob came from all around, and one couldn't send voice transmissions in the Mystic Luna Realm. Hence, there wasn't much communication between them, and they didn't know who the Spirit Qi source was or how strong he was.

Wang Baole couldn't do anything to change that. He only had one option—to kill and keep on killing. After killing someone, he would leave the corpse, letting the stench of blood spread throughout the air. He was using that as a deterrent!

It would cause the next group of people to pass through the area littered with corpses to hesitate and not dare to continue giving chase. That was because they would feel fear after seeing those corpses and experiencing the murderous intent of the murderer.

That kind of deterrent had some effect, but humans would always want to try their luck. There were those who remained logical and backed away despite the strong temptation, but those who actually did so were few and far between.

Two days had passed since Wang Baole stole the small tripod cauldron. In those two days, he tried to fuse the small tripod cauldron with his body. However, he discovered that once he started fusing with the small tripod cauldron, his body would enter a state where it couldn't be disturbed or touched. If he were to try to reach the Foundation Establishment realm in such a dangerous place, he would surely fail if any accidents happened.

Hence, Wang Baole stopped considering the method of infusing the cauldron while fighting. As he bolted deeper into the Mystic Luna Realm, the number of cultivators killed by him increased gradually, and the tally was quickly approaching one hundred!

Among the close to a hundred people, there were those from the Galactic Dusk Sect, the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect, and the Five Generation Sky Clan… So long as they gave chase and had murderous intent, they would all be slain by Wang Baole eventually.

His feelings changed from an initial hesitation to silence while he murdered and eventually became cold-blooded bloodlust. As he stood there and gazed in front of him, eight to nine people walked out silently.

Among those eight to nine people, Wang Baole knew three of them. Not long ago, he was even talking to one of them like they were close friends. But as they walked out, the atmosphere immediately became tense.

Those that walked out were the family and sons of the senators in the Senate, Li Xiu, and the nephews of the city lords of Heavenly Sky City and Yongle City were also present.

As for the rest, they all looked like young masters on the surface. Although Wang Baole had never seen them before, he could guess that their social statuses were not that far off from Li Xiu.

And those people, for them to have come out from the forest ahead, could be seen to have put in a lot of effort and positioned themselves strategically. If not, they wouldn't have blocked Wang Baole's path so precisely.

After all, that place could be considered the border separating them from the depths of the moon's dark side.

"Brother Wang…" Li Xiu had complicated feelings and a hesitant look. He didn't want to be Wang Baole's enemy. In fact, if he knew that it was Wang Baole who had gotten the Spirit Qi source, he might not have come at all. Alas, it was too late when he found out that the person who had the Spirit Qi source was Wang Baole.

Wang Baole also sighed. During the slaughter in the past two days, he didn't use the Dharmic Armament again. Although his body didn't suffer a backlash, he faced too many enemies from all factions. In the end, he still couldn't prevent minor injuries from time to time, and the minor injuries gradually accumulated. Although he suppressed his injuries, they would open up again if he suppressed them for too long.

At the same time, his mental fatigue was a huge problem as well. Even though Wang Baole had become ruthless and cold-blooded, his continuous attacking and sprinting made him feel increasingly fatigued.

As he saw familiar faces, that feeling of fatigue increased even more.

"Don't hurt yourself by making a mistake." Wang Baole took a long look at Li Xiu and bolted away to one side, disappearing into the forest. Right at that moment, everyone except Li Xiu only hesitated for a moment. They seemed to notice that Wang Baole was suppressing his fatigue and injuries. So a murderous glint appeared in all their gazes, and they gave chase, disappearing into the forest one after another.

Only Li Xiu stood there. He was in a dilemma and didn't give chase as he was hesitating. Not waiting for him to stop hesitating, sounds of tragic cries could be heard from within the forest up ahead, from a place that couldn't be seen.

The tragic cries were extremely shocking and sounded as though the people making said cries had met a huge horror. Loud rumbles and beams of light from spells exploded forth. Even Li Xiu saw a sea of lightning bolts spread from within the forest. It caused a burnt smell to be spread from the surrounding flora.

Very quickly, under the rumbling and tragic cries, the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord and someone from a senator's affiliated family clan, ran out rapidly. They both had frightened looks on their pale faces.

But they didn't escape very far away before a flying sword flew straight into the back of one person's head. It caused the guy from the affiliated family clan to widen his eyes and die on the spot.

"Wang Baole, my uncle is Heavenly Sky City's City Lord and one of the seventeen Senators! You dare to kill me?" The remaining person, the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord, had a huge change in his expression. He retreated backwards rapidly while screaming, and his gaze was filled with fear while looking at Wang Baole, who walked out from within the forest.

Wang Baole's clothes were stained with blood, and he breathed heavily. Blood even leaked from the corner of his mouth. He looked very weak, as though he was unable to suppress his internal injuries any longer.

However, the murderous intent emanating from his body was stunning.

"Xiu Xiu, save me, save me!" The nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord called out anxiously to Li Xiu while retreating.

The scene sent shivers down Li Xiu's spine. He knew Wang Baole was powerful. He could tell that from Wang Baole's fight with Zhuo Yixian previously. He didn't expect, however, that he had still underestimated the man.

He was very clear that Wang Baole must have been attacked many times and sustained heavy injuries throughout the past few days. Despite that, he only needed a few moments to slaughter all his comrades.

Although he didn't see the entire slaughter, he could picture and analyze it through the rumbling and the disturbances caused by spells being cast. It was obvious that his comrades weren't in Wang Baole's league.

He's still only at the perfected stage of the True Breath Realm… Once he reaches the Foundation Establishment Realm, he'll definitely become even stronger! Li Xiu was stunned. Seeing Wang Baole walk over with murderous intent and seeing the fearful face of the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord, he hesitated once again and decided to remain silent.

Wang Baole panted with some difficulty. As he looked at the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord, a cold glint flashed across his eyes. As he raised his right hand and was about to attack, he seemed to have affected his injuries. Surprisingly, with a shake of his body, he spat out a large amount of blood and retreated a few steps unsteadily. It seemed like he was no longer able to suppress his injuries. He seemed to be unable to stand still, and his head was lowered.

However, what others couldn't see was that deep within Wang Baole's gaze, a keen glint flashed as though he was on high alert for something.

It made the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord stop retreating. When he looked towards Wang Baole, the fearful glimmer in his eyes was replaced by one of greed and desire as though he had discovered an opportunity.

"Get lost!" Wang Baole took a deep breath, raised his head, and shouted hoarsely. He did not look at Li Xiu, instead choosing to retreat backwards to seem like he intended to leave. But right at that moment, the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord ground his teeth and actually burst forth towards Wang Baole. He roared.

"Die!"

As that person burst towards him and roared, Wang Baole raised his head abruptly. As he did so, a glaring glimmer appeared in his eyes. All of his weakness disappeared immediately, and a shocking force erupted from his body.

Although he had suffered heavy injuries, they weren't to the point where Wang Baole was unable to suppress them. Everything that he did previously was fake. His purpose was obviously not to kill the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord. Instead, he was aiming for… the figure charging towards him from behind the nephew.

The figure was a woman. Her speed was too fast, and she approached right as Wang Baole's power erupted.

Wang Baole ignored the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord. As he turned around with the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber in hand, he slashed towards the woman!

"You're finally willing to show yourself!"

A black storm exploded forth, and a black crocodile roared from within it. The sword glint shook the surroundings, and the woman planning to launch a sneak attack had a huge change of expression as Wang Baole slashed towards her. But she wasn't an ordinary woman. In such a dangerous situation, she actually took out three statues. The three statues were all hugging their chests and spread an eerie aura. As they appeared, their auras exploded forth to counter Wang Baole's slash directly.

Rumbles shook the surroundings and created a strong shockwave. Wherever the shockwave passed, the flora tumbled and the earth trembled. Not waiting for the nephew of Heavenly Sky City's City Lord to approach, the shockwave hit his body and broke all his bones. In fact, he didn't even have time to let out a tragic cry before he became a bloody mess and died.

No one noticed his death. Wang Baole spit out fresh blood and landed with the saber in hand while all three statues exploded. The woman let out an aggrieved scream and tried her best to dodge. Alas, she could only prevent her vital organs from getting hit, and her right arm was chopped off by the slash!

Fresh blood spurted out. The woman's hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her gaze was filled with hatred. A large amount of blood spurted from her mouth, covering her whole person in blood. She became a bloody figure and fled rapidly. One could only hear her frenzied voice filled with hatred echoing through the heavens.

"Wang Baole, I, Chen Hui, swear that I will kill you and destroy your soul no matter how many lives it takes me!"

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Chapter 261: Acquaintance…

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Looking coldly at Chen Hui escaping after transforming into a bloody figure, Wang Baole squinted his eyes. In reality, he had been having a sense that someone was following him in secret. However, no matter how hard he tried to use his mosquitoes to find out, he couldn't locate the other party's location.

That made him recall the young girl in the white top that he met at the place he found the small tripod cauldron. The girl was also proficient at hiding, such that Wang Baole didn't notice her at all before he entered the crack.

After analyzing it that way, Wang Baole was confident that the one following him was the same girl. Her tactics were bizarre, especially in terms of her Numinous Treasures, which were frightening. If he allowed her to follow him closely, it was like hanging a sword above his head and keeping a thorn in his throat.

Therefore, Wang Baole had intentionally tried to lure her out. However, several days had passed, and regardless of how hard Wang Baole tried to tempt her, he didn't see the girl. Until now, the number of injuries he had increased, and he was so close to the breaking point. Furthermore, meeting someone from the Senate made Wang Baole tempted to try again.

He leveraged on the group attack by members of the Senate to weaken himself and continue sustaining his injuries in a way such that he was on the brink of breaking down. It was so real that it managed to lure the girl out. He had originally planned to kill her with a single attack, but her tactics were unusual and, coupled with the injuries that Wang Baole was carrying, he only managed to cut off one of her arms.

At the same time, it came with a price. The backlash from the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament worsened Wang Baole's injuries. Thankfully, he managed to suppress them once again. As long as he didn't use the Dharmic Armaments for a while, he could prevent his injuries from erupting.

That feeling of having a lump in his throat had also disappeared simultaneously. Wang Baole heaved a sigh of relief, and as he turned, he saw Li Xiu not far away and chuckled.

"Brother Li, how have you been? Are you also planning to snatch from others?"

Li Xiu shivered as Wang Baole glanced at him. He had seen Wang Baole's attack, the bloodied, mangled corpse of Heavenly Sky City Lord's nephew, and also Wang Baole's scheming mindset and ferocity with his own eyes. All of that made him thankful for hesitating previously.

Now, he had seen through Wang Baole. The fatty seemed easy-going on the surface but was actually a vicious person who wouldn't bat an eyelid at killing someone. He was decisive and determined if he put his mind to killing someone, and was an extremely vicious person.

He felt that someone like Wang Baole didn't belong to the four major Dao Colleges. Instead, he would be a good fit for the Galactic Dusk Sect, carrying a smile on his face while holding a knife behind his back…

Therefore, with Wang Baole smiling and looking at him, Li Xiu tried to control his trembling body. Laughing awkwardly, he hurriedly retrieved a few pills from his storage bag and put them on the ground, before patting his chest and exclaiming loudly.

"Junior Brother Baole, that is a misunderstanding that you have towards me. I, Li Xiu, am not someone like that. I have integrity and value justice. My only goal here… is to send some pills to you, Junior Brother Baole."

Wang Baole raised his eyebrows as he looked at Li Xiu.

"Give me a reason to believe you."

Hearing Wang Baole's words, Li Xiu was on the brink of tears, and his heart trembled uncontrollably. His mind was churning for excuses when he suddenly thought of one and voiced it out.

"Big Brother Baole, you're still single, right? It's alright even if you're not. I have an older sister who is so beautiful it's astonishing. Regardless of whether it's her face or her figure, she has one of the best you can find. She's now working at the Martian Colony and is well known throughout the entire Federation. I have found you extremely affable since I first saw you, and I think that it's highly possible that you will become my elder brother-in-law!"

What on earth? Wang Baole was confused.

"Elder brother-in-law! I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll make a move first, elder brother-in-law!" Li Xiu slapped his chest loudly, and as soon as he completed his sentence, he turned around and left hurriedly.

Looking at Li Xiu's back view, Wang Baole didn't give chase. He looked incredulous and left after picking up the pills. He suppressed his emotions and felt more relaxed after hearing Li Xiu's words.

As he continuously explored deeper within the forest on the dark side of the moon, the number of people who were charging at him also decreased. After all, the corpses laying all around had an effect of frightening others, and that allowed Wang Baole to finally take a breather.

The only issue was that as he began searching for a place to begin the Foundation Establishment process, another batch of people, apparently lured by his Spirit Qi source, appeared.

They were the ones that Wang Baole was dreading the most to meet. However, he had no choice but to face them.

"Wang Baole…" Chen Yutong laughed bitterly as he emerged from within the forest. Beside him were several other people from the Dao College, totaling about twelve of them, including Li Yi.

Shi Ling, the natural talent at sensing the fragments were also amongst them, looking incredulously at Wang Baole.

They weren't aware of who the Spirit Qi source was coming from previously, but now, when they neared, they realized that it was from Wang Baole, and that made all of them laugh bitterly.

Based on the ways of the world, Chen Yutong was very proficient and very clear that they were now at a juncture where misunderstandings could easily happen. He was a close friend of Wang Baole, and it was especially important that he took care not to create any misunderstanding between him and Wang Baole.

Therefore, after he stepped out, he didn't go too close to Wang Baole. Instead, he opened his storage bag and took out a bottle of pills which he left at the side.

"Baole, I will not say much. It's not appropriate for others to be around you now. I hereby wish you all the best in Foundation Establishment!" Chen Yutong looked sincerely at Wang Baole, bowing to him with cupped fists.

The others in the crowd also took out their pills in silence.

Seeing the reactions of the people from his Dao College, Wang Baole felt a sense of warmth and was touched, especially by Chen Yutong's actions. He nodded his head and picked up the pills. He was about to turn and leave when at that moment, a flash was seen across Li Yi's eyes. She seemed to have some thoughts, but even before she could take any action, Chen Yutong stared angrily at her.

Li Yi stayed silent with her head lowered.

Even though Wang Baole didn't turn around, he saw everything clearly with the help of the mosquitoes. A look of viciousness flashed across his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took out excess fragments that he obtained during his killings along the way, which were fragments in excess of the twenty he needed. He flailed his hand and tossed most of it to Chen Yutong.

"Senior Brother Chen, there are still some corpses lying around with fragments on them. I don't have time to pick all of them up, so they are yours to keep. Thank you, and goodbye!" When he finished speaking, Wang Baole turned around and charged into the distance, disappearing within the dense forest.

Soon, after Wang Baole had left the people from the four Dao Colleges behind, he continued advancing within the depths of the Mystic Luna Realm. As time passed, his injuries worsened and were about to relapse, and even though he could use his pills to treat them, it was only temporary respite unless he found a place to go into seclusion. If his injuries were to relapse, it would be a terrible situation.

Therefore, after bearing with it for another earth day, Wang Baole spread his mosquitoes out. After making sure that no one was after him, he found an area on a small hill and dug a cave in a secluded spot, before wriggling in and sealing the cave shut.

He then scattered the mosquitoes outside, before finally heaving a sigh of relief. He hurriedly took out the small tripod cauldron. His eyes burned with passion and agitation as he looked at it.

The small tripod cauldron was ancient, with signs of aging visible on it. There were also some indecipherable words and pictures of ferocious beasts densely covering it, making the entire cauldron seem very impressive.

I'll use this object for Foundation Establishment! Wang Baole took a deep breath. He first swallowed some pills and digested them quickly, to suppress his injuries yet again. He then sealed his hands, releasing his Spirit energy to encompass the cauldron according to the way of Foundation Establishment, as he began the first step of Foundation Establishment—Spirit Integration!

At the same time, as Wang Baole began the Foundation Establishment process, Chen Hui from the Galactic Dusk Sect who was thousands of miles away from him was charging forward with her face pale and aghast. She had lost an arm and was extremely beaten. The only thing that remained the same was the hatred and mania in her eyes.

If the hatred were to be transformed into a Sea of Fire, then the heavens and earth would be burned to the bone right at that moment.

Wang Baole! Chen Hui gritted her teeth, her heart filled with bitterness. She was charging forward as she searched for a place to rehabilitate when suddenly, a kind voice rang beside her ears.

"Hui-er, who has hurt you to this state?"

The moment she heard the voice, Chen Hui was shocked. When she turned around, she realized that an old lady had appeared without her knowing. The old lady's face was covered with wrinkles, and she was standing there, holding a crutch as she smiled at her.

"Master!"

Chen Hui felt incredulous. She knew well that her master was one of the Grand Supreme Elders of the Galactic Dusk Sect whose cultivation was that of Core Formation level. People of Core Formation cultivation weren't allowed to enter the Mystic Luna Realm, and that was especially so as the place had been sealed. Her first thought was that the seal had been broken, but when she raised her head to check, she realized that the firmament wood grains were still intact.

"There are some things that we didn't tell you, the disciples, previously, for fear that you would not be able to keep the secrets well…" The old lady seemed to have sensed Chen Hui's confusion as she smiled and spoke warmly while caressing Chen Hui's head.

"This time, the Galactic Dusk Sect is supporting a special Fellow Daoist. With his help, we managed to enter by cheating the array formation. This is the case for the Five Generation Sky Clan as well. The only difference is that they are supporting another creature!

"As for this seal… It's created by both our clans.

"I have gained a rough understanding of the perfect Foundation Establishment object that you have lost. Wait for me here, I'll get it back for you."

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Chapter 262: Shocking Change!

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Listening to the words from her master, Chen Hui's breathing quickened as she stared incredulously with her eyes wide open. She had never imagined that the earth-changing transformations that had occurred were a result of the combined actions of her sect and the Five Generation Sky Clan.

She was also well aware of how severe the consequences would be. Naturally, the sect would have an idea of it as well, as it was akin to resistance against the whole Federation. Once exposed, there was no doubt that a great war would result.

However, even so, the sect still decided to partake in it. That made Chen Hui gasp in shock as she realized that the sect had great plans!

The old lady didn't speak any further. She passed Chen Hui some pills and inquired about the details of the Spirit Qi source. After knowing that the object was a small tripod cauldron, she turned around and charged in the skies towards where Wang Baole was carrying out the Foundation Establishment process!

She was so fast that wind and thunder roared ferociously, causing changes in the sky as loud noises spread in all directions. That attracted the attention of many cultivators. After seeing the old lady in the skies, everyone's mind buzzed as a torrent of emotions erupted in their hearts.

"Core Formation!"

"Gosh, how is this possible? Impossible… Someone of the Core Formation realm appearing in the Mystic Luna Realm!"

"The seal hasn't been broken, but yet there is someone of the Core Formation realm here!"

All the cultivators within the area were trembling with shock as their breathing grew rapid. They all felt that, within the Mystic Luna Realm, situations that were out of what they had imagined were occurring one after another. No one knew for sure what the eventual outcome would be, and the fear and reverence in their hearts had reached an indescribable level!

The old lady didn't care much about the shock experienced by the True Breath realm cultivators, not even bothering to mask her speed. After all, the preparations that she had been making were almost complete. Since that was the case, there was no need for her to hide. That was why she went out in search of her own disciple. Having heard news of the perfect object, she was happy.

That small tripod cauldron would be the perfect item for our Hui-er to begin Foundation Establishment!

On the other hand, Wang Baole was sitting with his legs crossed in the cave. With anticipation and agitation, he was fast in the process of Foundation Establishment.

Using an object for Foundation Establishment involved two steps. The first step was Spirit Integration, which involved using either sufficient fragments or perfect objects and covering them with one's own spirit energy to weaken it. That was to integrate one's spirit energy with the item before swallowing it and allowing it to sink to one's dantian.

What followed after that was the second step—Life Foundation!

Life Foundation meant sharing flesh and blood with the object. It involved completely integrating with the object from within, and using it to establish and build the Foundation Stone!

'Establishment' meant to build, while 'Foundation' referred to the object!

To a certain degree, Foundation Establishment was akin to having an additional organ in one's body. The purpose of the organ was to evolve and advance the cultivator's life!

From there, Spirit Qi would no longer be a rootless energy source. Instead, it would make one's body into a whirlpool of Spirit Qi source. It would be equipped with the ability to absorb the Heaven and Earth powers, and be the foundation for taking over the fortune of the firmament and the galaxy!

Once that was successful, the nature of life, spells, and everything else would be significantly transformed!

Soon, as Wang Baole's cultivation was activated and his spirit energy emerged to envelop the small tripod cauldron within it, he sealed his hands again and began the process of Spirit Integration according to the method outlined by the Dao College.

Gradually, as the small tripod cauldron was enveloped in spirit energy, it turned opaque. It shimmered, turning from opaque to translucent before it was completely translucent, invisible to one's eyes. When that happened, with passion in his eyes, Wang Baole opened his mouth and sucked. Instantly, the spirit energy that he released brought along the invisible small tripod cauldron and entered his mouth at a fast speed.

Instantly, Wang Baole felt like he had swallowed a block of jelly. It felt slippery, and when he swallowed, the spirit energy that had entered his mouth sank to his dantian.

There, the invisible small tripod cauldron gradually regained its appearance. When it was no longer transparent, it floated endlessly in the devouring seed.

It is indeed a rare perfect object suitable for Foundation Establishment. I've completed the first step so easily! Wang Baole was excited and agitated. From the information from Ethereal Dao College that introduced the first step, it wouldn't be an easy process to integrate twenty fragments and gather them within one's body so that they would completely fit into one another.

Furthermore, there couldn't be any mistakes made during the entire process, which required nurturing and care. Failure was of lesser consequence, as the damage to one's meridians and dantian during the process would be a more dangerous life-threatening situation.

That was especially so as during the entire process, one wasn't allowed to move his body. Therefore, it must take place in an extremely safe place. Wang Baole had to abide by that even though he was integrating with a perfect object. He even felt that right at that moment, he shouldn't be moving unnecessarily. If not, the newly integrated small tripod cauldron within his body would be unstable, causing the Spirit Qi source within it to be released. His body would be like a balloon, exploding directly.

That was the reason why Wang Baole didn't dare make an attempt at Foundation Establishment previously. It was only there that he felt safe and made use of the opportunity for Foundation Establishment. He took a deep breath and maintained his body posture to stabilize the small tripod cauldron which had integrated into his dantian. He then began the second step, which was also the most crucial last step of the process.

Life Foundation!

If the first step had to proceed smoothly without any incidents, the second step must be even more smooth-sailing. Any small turbulence would lead to failure as the Life Foundation step involved integrating one's life, flesh, and blood with the small tripod cauldron, in order to turn it into one of his own organs.

He couldn't afford to be distracted. After Wang Baole sent orders to his mosquitoes outside to patrol on their own and prevent anyone from coming near, he settled down and attempted to integrate his meridians, flesh, and blood together with the small tripod cauldron according to the method taught by the Dao College.

The advantage of using a perfect object for Foundation Dstablishment was obvious. The whole process was extremely smooth sailing. Very quickly, Wang Baole's life, flesh, and blood began to connect with the small tripod cauldron to a certain extent. After five minutes, the integration had reached thirty percent.

Slowly, it became forty, fifty, and sixty percent…

As time passed and the degree of integration increased, the movement of Wang Baole's cultivation grew stronger. If others who had used the fragments for Foundation Establishment were to see him, they would be immensely shocked. Wang Baole, having reached only sixty percent integration, was giving off a vibe so strong that it was on a level similar to that of people who have achieved complete integration using the fragments.

The integration process didn't stop there. Gradually, it rose to seventy, eighty percent…

As the integration occurred and Wang Baole's cultivation was boosted significantly at astonishing speed, his life, his flesh and blood, his spirit, and his everything seemed to have been evolved in the process of combining with the small tripod cauldron. At the same time, memories and scenes of ancient times seemed to have emerged from the small tripod cauldron, flooding into Wang Baole's mind.

There were so many images that Wang Baole was unable to take a clear look at everything. He noticed that the image that appeared most frequently was that of a gigantic altar, with numerous blurry figures surrounding it and praying. Of those praying figures, there were so many of them whose vibes alone made Wang Baole frightened. He didn't know what level of cultivation they were at, but he had a feeling that a single look by one of them would be sufficient to destroy him thoroughly.

The altar that they were praying to consisted of three levels. There were four small tripod cauldrons on the lowest level, and one of them was exactly the one that Wang Baole was integrating!

On the second level was a pair of pearls, one black and one white, giving off a dark and shimmering glow respectively!

The third level was a fog layer. Faces of the commoners who were extremely devout appeared from within it. It looked extremely bizarre, and it was apparent that the objects placed on the three levels were offerings. They were in ascending levels in terms of value, and one could see how Wang Baole was bestowed with an unusually good fate that time around.

After all, it was only an offering from the first level, but it was already being revered by so many people. That made it clear that its value couldn't be described with words.

The thing that the countless figures were praying and offering valuable items to… could be seen in a blur from the image that appeared in Wang Baole's mind through the small tripod cauldron.

It seemed to be a green lotus growing in mid-air!

The instant he saw the green lotus, which was the exact same moment where the integration with the small tripod cauldron had reached eighty percent, Wang Baole's vibe was so strong that it had already exceeded those who had succeeded in advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage. One could imagine that after he had succeeded, Wang Baole's Foundation Establishment would be much more formidable than everyone else's!

However, just at that point, something happened. Wang Baole's mosquitoes, which were outside his cave abode, exploded even before they could sense someone approaching. The gray-colored mosquito was more hardy but had only managed to last for a while more, just in time to send a signal to Wang Baole before it completely vaporized.

Wang Baole trembled. The image of the green lotus in his mind vanished, replaced by the expressionless face of the charging old lady sent by the gray-colored mosquito!

The moment the image of the old lady appeared in Wang Baole's mind, an astonishing loud noise reverberated in all directions and caused the earth to shake such that Wang Baole's small cave tumbled and was torn open from above Wang Baole's head!

The wall above his head exploded open. As innumerable rocks pelted down, the old lady, carrying a ferocious vibe and a boisterous manner, looked condescendingly at him…

Sudden change had occurred!

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Chapter 263: Destroying the Dao Foundation

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Everything happened too quickly. Almost the instant all the mosquitoes, including the gray-colored one, were destroyed, a deafening roar erupted in the cave.

Wang Baole, who was at a crucial juncture, having integrated eighty percent with the small tripod cauldron, was extremely shaken. The loud roar was like a thousand claps of thunder exploding right into his ears. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the old lady—the Grand Supreme Elder of Galactic Dusk Sect—approaching from the opening in the wall above his head as broken rocks fell from the sky!

The old lady's figure carried such an imposing force that, in Wang Baole's eyes, it was as if he was being suppressed by the combined force of heaven and earth. He was at the most crucial stage of Life Foundation, and he wasn't supposed to move a single bit.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. It was so sudden that Wang Baole didn't know what to do, as everything seemed like a catastrophe, forming a hurricane in his head.

The vibe given off by the old lady, coupled with the falling rocks tumbling onto Wang Baole, caused his body to tremble vigorously. As a result, the small tripod cauldron within his body was immediately destabilized. All the vibes were disordered, become chaotic from a previously perfect, well-controlled state.

Any interference during the process of Foundation Establishment for a True Breath realm cultivator was dangerous. Needless to say, that also applied to Wang Baole, who's location for seclusion was being torn apart by others.

The level of danger had already far exceeded that of the Pond Cloud Rainforest, and that of Coulomb Basin. After all, in those two areas where he experienced danger, he was able to retaliate somehow.

However, right then, right there, in the face of a Core Formation cultivator, Wang Baole was so weak that he wouldn't be able to withstand a single attack!

As the spirit energy moved in a chaotic manner, with his body trembling and the small tripod cauldron shaking all over, the only thing Wang Baole experienced was a current crashing heavily within his body, similar to if he were to swallow a self-exploding bead. The deafening boom within his body and by his ears overlapped at that instance, causing him to vomit fresh blood. He was like a deflated ball, his energy and spirit severely exhausted.

"Enlightened…" With blood filling his entire mouth, Wang Baole struggled as he tried to recite the Dao sutra to scare the other party away. That was the only means of resistance he could think of at the crucial juncture. However, after saying the first word, his body was unable to withstand anything else. That was because right then, his cultivation was connected to the small tripod cauldron. The violent shaking and disorder of the small tripod cauldron was, to a certain extent, similar to it undergoing exorcism, such that it was impossible for Wang Baole to recite the Dao sutra.

He vomited blood again, his face turning pale white. He was about to retreat without caring about the integration process, but in that chaotic environment, his body seemed like a ceramic vase about to be torn apart. Every part of his body was painful deep down to his bones.

"A worm-like scum like you dares to snatch away my disciple's fate?" A chilly look and a condescending, croaky voice erupted from within the cave. The old lady's lips curled into a cold smile, looking at the extremely beaten Wang Baole who had blood flowing from his mouth. She looked at him as if he was an irritating maggot. After stepping into the exploded cave, she stepped right towards Wang Baole.

She raised her left hand, grabbing directly at Wang Baole's dantian!

Seeing the old lady's arrival and her raised right hand, Wang Baole's eyes became bloodshot as his vision turned red. He let out a beast-like scream, but the blood that emerged instead prevented him from screaming out loud. Instead, it transformed into madness and indignation. He wanted to struggle, but all his tactics were useless against a Core Formation cultivator.

Needless to say, in his state of madness, it was difficult for him to use his tactics. The only thing he could do was watch the old lady's right hand swiftly pressing on his tummy with the speed of thunder.

Immediately, Wang Baole's tummy exploded, his flesh torn apart. The grip by the old lady perforated his stomach, exposing his intestines as he vomited fresh blood.

The pain made Wang Baole go berserk, his eyes filling up with blood.

The old lady reached directly into the hole she had made in Wang Baole's tummy, disregarding Wang Baole's injuries and pain. She was like a piece of unfeeling steel, grabbing the small tripod cauldron resting on Wang Baole's dantian forcefully, disregarding his mangled flesh and blood!

The feeling was similar to someone grabbing hold of one of his internal organs!

The feeling of one's organ being gripped tightly by a hand that went through all his other tissues transformed into an indescribable amount of pain exploding directly in Wang Baole's mind, causing him to scream painfully!

"I've found it, it's not too late." The old lady smiled, her smile carrying a sense of indifference. Now, Wang Baole, who was trembling heavily with sweat damping his entire shirt, saw the old lady as a devil through his bloodshot eyes. He had never felt that way before, and he felt helplessness, madness, and hatred on a level that couldn't be described.

Nothing could be salvaged. The old lady twisted her left hand, which was holding onto the small tripod cauldron, and at that moment, Wang Baole understood what was meant by living hell!

He was helpless and had wanted to call up the black mask. However, under the suppressive force of the Core Formation cultivator, the black mask stayed silent and motionless.

Feeling every ounce of pain, Wang Baole laughed bitterly as he attempted to activate his devouring seed. However, there was such a huge difference between his level of cultivation and that of the old lady that even if the devouring seed were to move a single bit, it would be suppressed by the old lady!

"Trying to retaliate?" The old lady sneered, nonchalantly kicking Wang Baole.

With a loud bang, a strong force flowed from the old lady directly into Wang Baole's body. Wang Baole trembled vigorously and, as he spewed blood out of his mouth, his body flew backwards as a result!

The small tripod cauldron had been integrated with his body over eighty percent. Regardless of whether it was his flesh or his soul, they had all already been combined, forming his Dao Foundation to a certain extent.

As the old lady kicked him, his body tumbled backwards. Immediately, the small tripod cauldron was pulled out by the old lady, together with his flesh and spirit. From the injury on his stomach, large amounts of Spirit Qi and life were leaking out. When the small tripod cauldron was pulled out, one could see that strands of his meridians and flesh had already been coiled around it. As the small tripod cauldron was removed, Wang Baole's body curled backwards, his meridians broken and his flesh torn apart!

Blood spewed endlessly, covering the entire area…

With a loud boom, Wang Baole, who had broken the cave on impact and landed outside, could only feel his vision darkening. He felt that an unbearable cold was surrounding him, and in the darkness and cold, a sense of hatred that could destroy the heaven and earth erupted from within him!

However, it was all useless… It would only be a waste of his efforts!

At that moment, he was convulsing. His anger, hatred, and pitiful screams had already become weak. His soul, his Spirit Qi, his everything… They were all weakening at an astounding speed. The immense pain in his body couldn't compare to the feeling of having someone snatch away his Dao Foundation with their bare hands. Furthermore, the feeling of having one of his organs taken away made Wang Baole's life dull immediately.

His Dao Foundation had been snatched away!

His Foundation Establishment process, which had been completed to eighty percent, was destroyed. Not only that, his dantian and all his meridians were broken by thirty percent under the forceful pulling of the old lady. The frightening wound on his stomach, as well as the severely damaged intestines, worsened his injuries to an extent that he would have died even if he was physically at the level of Foundation Establishment.

However, no matter how determined he was at surviving, with his Dao Foundation being snatched away and his injuries so severe, it was impossible for him to have an opportunity at Foundation Establishment again in his life. Since the foundation had been destroyed, his cultivation would leak at such a fast speed that he would eventually return to a commoner's state and die from his injuries.

Something like that had happened before during the Spirit Inception Era. However, it was the first time it happened to a disciple from the four Dao Colleges, and to someone like Wang Baole!!

It could easily be imagined that if the Mystic Luna Realm wasn't sealed, the old lady would never dare to act that way. However, now that she saw that things were moving towards completion and that there would definitely be changes to the Federation, a mere Deputy Pavilion Head like Wang Baole was simply a small fry that she could destroy.

As she held the small bloodstained tripod cauldron and felt for the Spirit Qi source within it, a look of approval appeared in the old lady's eyes. She was irritated by the blood on the tripod cauldron, and with a single swing, the blood on it evaporated. She put it into her arms and looked towards Wang Baole as if he was already dead.

"I've heard that you have another Dharmic Armament?" As she spoke, the old lady stepped out. Wang Baole revealed a look of helplessness and madness in his eyes, as he watched the old lady attempt to kill him and steal his Dharmic Armament!

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Chapter 264: Revival From the Brink of Death!

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It was said that when one was on the brink of death, he would see a light appearing in a world that was pitch-black. The light was like a source of guidance, causing one's body to rise until it eventually integrated with the light.

What happened after the integration, where the person would go, and whether one would still retain their consciousness… There may be people who knew the answers to those questions, but they were unable to provide the answers to those secrets.

Wang Baole had already seen the light. In the pitch-black world, with the exception of the old lady's frightening face, there was only a light that had silently appeared behind her.

To put it more accurately, it was several rays instead of one that had appeared suddenly. As it appeared, a strong, imposing force was emanated from within those rays.

It was not very clear, but Wang Baole managed to vaguely see that the seven or eight rays were actually the figures of several individuals that had floated towards him. They didn't have any facial features, which made it impossible to see what they looked like. The vibe they were giving off was so much stronger than that of the Moon Spirit that it was incomparable.

They were… The strongest forms of existence within the Mystic Luna Realm, second only to the giant Ancient Corpse… The Night Immortals!

The level of cultivation of each Night Immortal was similar to that of a Core Formation cultivator. There were even a few of them who were able to battle cultivators who had perfected Core Formation, especially as they all had the characteristic which made them immortal. The characteristic, to a certain extent, made them exist even more boisterously than the Ancient Corpse in the Federation!

After all, the Ancient Corpse had been in a deep slumber all those years, and wouldn't awaken unless it was provoked. On the other hand, Night Immortals preferred to live in a group. Even the Federation was unclear about how many of them existed. All they knew was that there was an estimated fifty of them, spending most of their time in the regions of the moon's dark side. Even though they would also occasionally appear on the moon's visible side, it was rare.

They were a huge threat. They were filled with animosity towards outsiders, and wouldn't rest once they saw them, not until they killed the outsiders. However, thankfully, they didn't have a spirit sense like Core Formation cultivators and had to depend on their eyes to detect everything. As long as one wasn't noticed by them, he or she could escape.

That characteristic was similar to that of the Eye Ghoul.

It seemed like Wang Baole and the old lady had been seen by the group of Night Immortals that happened to have floated in their direction. Instantly, the Night Immortals charged directly towards the old lady.

The old lady, who was in the midst of kicking Wang Baole to death, was taken aback as she stopped in her attacks. Even she was afraid of the Night Immortals. It wouldn't have been so bad if there was only one Night Immortal, but now that a group of them had neared, she was stricken with fear. She knew clearly that she must definitely not be haunted by the Night Immortals, as when that happened, it would be difficult to escape, and death would definitely fall upon her.

The moment the Night Immortals appeared, which was the instant the old lady paused, Wang Baole—whose eyes were filled with despair and madness and whose laborious breathing had come to a halt—suddenly stared with his eyes wide open. Even though his body was weak, he was filled with indescribable pain, and fresh blood was still flowing out from the wound on his stomach, he suddenly had strength coming from an unknown source… Perhaps the suppression from Core Formation had suddenly disappeared, such that he could stand up, struggling as he scurried backwards, hugging his stomach.

He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape. Escape out of that place… Escape, so that he could perhaps survive!

D*rn it! If Chen Hui hadn't known that Wang Baole possessed a Dharmic Armament, the old lady wouldn't have further attacked the severely injured Wang Baole, who was an insignificant person in the old lady's eyes. However, it was clear that the Dharmic Armament was an attractive item, even to the old lady.

The old lady wanted to give chase, but the group of Night Immortals suddenly picked up speed and surrounded her. That made the old lady troubled, as she could no longer go after Wang Baole.

After all, the Night Immortals were comparable in cultivation to a Core Formation cultivator. With all of them ganging up, even someone like the old lady would be terribly beaten to a state that she could no longer spare anymore effort on Wang Baole. The most important thing to her would be to ensure her safety.

After several hours, the old lady left, evidently beaten to her bones. Fresh blood was flowing out from the corners of her mouth, and she looked awful as her entire body was filled with pain. In order to escape from the group attack by the Night Immortals, she had to exhaust several valuable Numinous Treasures to obtain an opportunity to escape and avoid their pursuit.

She was about to change the direction she was heading and continue her search for Wang Baole, but roars from the Night Immortals sounded off behind her once again. She turned around, surprised as in the skies a distance away, another four Night Immortals had appeared, charging towards her.

Sh*t! Why are there Night Immortals again? The old lady gritted her teeth helplessly as she continued speeding away towards the visible side of the moon. A bizarre feeling overwhelmed her as she felt that the Night Immortals on the dark side of the moon seemed to be against her for some reason…

However, she was still indignant towards Wang Baole's escape. She groaned and took out a jade slip, which in that case wasn't a voice transmission ring but one that could be used for voice transmission even with the array formation seal present in the Mystic Luna Realm. It was developed by the Galactic Dusk Sect with other members of the clan, with the help of the Fellow Daoists of another species.

There weren't many such jade slips and were therefore not distributed to True Breath realm cultivators. However, of those from the Galactic Dusk Sect that had entered the Mystic Luna Realm, there weren't only True Breath realm and Core Formation realm cultivators, but also large numbers of Foundation Establishment realm cultivators!

Therefore, using the voice transmission, the old lady sent out an order, gathering Foundation Establishment realm cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect to find and kill Wang Baole!

You're unlucky. The direction you escaped is not far from the secret location in which our sect is located! The moment the old lady gave the order, the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the dark side of the moon immediately responded. A glow flashed across their faces, as they were all glad to take on the task given by the Grand Supreme Elder.

Therefore, very quickly, the Foundation Establishment cultivators began to move out. They even gathered some True Breath realm disciples to join them in the search.

At the same time, as an ally of Galactic Dusk Sect, Zhou Fei from the Five Generation Sky Clan that had previously tried to pursue and kill Wang Baole, remained 'sentimental' to him as he also carried out the search. He even activated his network of friends from the Galactic Dusk Sect, telling them to inform him if they met Wang Baole.

As the search carried on, Zhou Fei was rejuvenated, and somewhat anxious the moment he received the news. He was afraid that others would be faster than him. However, considering that he had received the news, it meant that there weren't many who were aware of the Dharmic Armament. Therefore, without wasting time, he rushed there immediately.

Gradually, a vast net filled with greed and intention to kill was cast above the dense forest of the moon's dark side. Gathering both True Breath realm cultivators and Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, the quest to find and kill Wang Baole had begun!

No one from the four Dao Colleges and the other factions, with the exception of the Five Generation Sky Clan and the Galactic Dusk Sect, knew about what was going on.

They were putting in their utmost effort to attack the array formation seal. After all the time spent trying to break it, it seemed to have worked. It wouldn't be long before the array formation was completely destroyed.

The members from the Five Generation Sky Clan and Galactic Dusk Sect amongst them didn't sense anything out of place. They all put on a relatively anxious expression as they cooperated with the rest in breaking the array formation.

It could be said that right then, the moon seemed to have become an invisible vortex, attracting most of the elites form the entire Federation, with the exception of the cultivators from the Martian Colony.

The Martian Colony was one of the most important bases of the Federation. Its purpose wasn't to solve the issues on the moon, and was therefore not deployed.

However, the number of Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered on the moon was astonishing. Their movement also became the media's spotlight within the entire Federation.

After all, in that era, movie stars were no longer the focal point for the masses. The cultivators were the ones who could gather all of the people's attention.

That was especially so as the transformation of the Mystic Luna Realm roused the entire Federation. Innumerable people were keeping watch, and rumors were abundant. In Phoenix City, Wang Baole's parents were pale with shock as they watched reports of the Mystic Luna Realm from the news.

"Husband… I… I feel light-headed, and my right eyelid is twitching… Baole…" Wang Baole's mother's eyes were reddened, apparently from crying. As she watched the news, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably again.

"That child… Why did he enter Ethereal Dao College and become a cultivator? Isn't it better if he had stayed as a commoner?" The tears from Wang Baole's mother became uncontrollable as she spoke. In that period of time, she seemed to have aged. Before Wang Baole left for the moon, he had ordered Liu Daobin to bring his parents the Ethereal Fruit for consumption. However, the anxiety she felt, and her worries for Wang Baole's wellbeing, still made her seem tired and old.

"Don't think about such nonsense. Don't you know Baole? He looks honest on the surface but is a cheeky person. When was he ever at a disadvantage?" Wang Baole's father also appeared visibly aged. However, he didn't reveal his anxiety as he consoled his wife.

In reality, not only was his right eyelid twitching, but an indescribable feeling also arose in his heart. It felt like he was about to lose something precious, and that caused the wrinkles on his face to deepen and grow in number…

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Chapter 265: Escape

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Other than the Galactic Dusk Sect and the Five Generation Sky Clan, no one knew what Wang Baole had experienced and lost in the Mystic Luna Realm. Naturally, no one was aware of how pitiful Wang Baole was right now.

Even using the word 'pitiful' to describe him seemed like an understatement. In reality, Wang Baole had experienced something unimaginable to most people, like a nightmare that no one could even think of.

As a cultivator, especially the highly-looked upon talent amongst the Federation seedlings, Wang Baole wasn't simply a Federation seedling, but also a popular star in the military. He was even a highly-regarded Deputy Pavilion Head of the four Dao Colleges and was considered formidable compared to his batch mates. Even though that seemed like an exaggeration, it was not far from the truth!

That was evidence of Wang Baole's combat capabilities and status. However, all of that was only applicable on Earth. In the moon's Mystic Luna Realm, it was a different story. The array formation caused darkness to overpower brightness, with all laws thrown out of the window without any regard. The survival of the fittest was a game that was playing out there.

How would a True Breath realm cultivator be able to resist the attacks from a Core Formation cultivator?

To Wang Baole, a True Breath realm cultivator, the most precious Foundation Establishment process was destroyed single-handedly by the old lady's attack. Furthermore, Wang Baole had used a rare perfect object, the small tripod cauldron, for Foundation Establishment, instead of his fragments.

That made the feud between him and Galactic Dusk Sect deepen exponentially. However, Wang Baole was unwilling to make an oath, as he felt that making an oath represented the useless screams of a weakling.

He felt that the teaching from the high officials' autobiographies made a lot of sense. His breathing was heavy as he hugged his stomach, trotting while escaping within the forest. Other than making an oath, there was no other outlet for his emotions.

I am still unwilling to swear, but if I could survive… Galactic Dusk Sect… Wang Baole smiled evilly without any tinge of happiness. The hatred in his eyes was unlike before, and in that moment, he seemed to have become an entirely different person.

People had to undergo different experiences in order to change. Wang Baole felt that was the way for him too. In the Pond Cloud Rainforest, he learned to kill and give his all. In Coulomb Basin, he learned about unity and cooperation, and here, he learned about what it was meant to have… deep-seated hatred!

It was hatred that arose from someone snatching away his chance at Foundation Establishment, for pushing him to the brink of death, and for destroying his future!

In the silence, blood flowed out from his stomach, which he had covered with his hands. He heaved heavily, supporting himself on a tree as he lowered his head to look at the wound. He could see his intestines, and if he were to release his hands, his intestines would fall out all over the ground.

Perhaps all his internal organs would slide out from the wound as well.

Even though he was covering the wound with his hand, the injury was so severe that Wang Baole was already feeling his body becoming increasingly weaker by the moment. The only saving grace was that he had managed to complete eighty percent of the Foundation Establishment process, even though his level of cultivation had been decreased.

He no longer had the Foundation Establishment, but as his devouring seed was still intact, he could forcefully stabilize the previously unstable cultivation after he escaped. That slowed the rate at which his cultivation was being lowered, and even though thirty percent of his meridians had been broken, no one knew that Wang Baole's Spirit Root was ten inches long instead of eight inches.

The remaining seventy percent of his meridians could forcefully activate his cultivation, allowing him to activate combat capabilities akin to the level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator once he stabilized after his escape!

That would be scary. It was worth mentioning that Wang Baole was only eighty percent Foundation Establishment, with thirty percent of his meridians destroyed, and was also carrying severe injuries. Even so, the combat capabilities that he could showcase were already on the same level as a Foundation Establishment cultivator. In other words, it could also be said that his injuries caused his level of cultivation to fall towards the level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, Wang Baole knew clearly that as time passed, his level of cultivation would gradually fall. It could take a few hours or a few days…

It would be useless even if I manage to find my mates from the four Dao Colleges. Instead, I might even bring danger to them… My only chance of survival now is time… As long as I can sustain until the seal has been broken, until Seniors from the Dao College come… Wang Baole adjusted his breathing, his face pale. He was previously bitter and felt hopeless, but since he managed to escape, the feelings of despair were transformed into a strong will to survive. The level of hopelessness he felt was transformed into the same level of desire to survive.

He didn't want to die. He couldn't bear leaving his parents and his friends, and he hadn't become the President of the Federation, or taken his revenge!

I must hold out. Heal my injuries, and find the Mystic Trace Fog… Wang Baole lowered his head to look at his injuries, before laughing bitterly again. His wound was so large and his injuries so severe that they couldn't be treated with pills.

It was a miracle that he was still alive with injuries on that scale. However, he knew that the special devouring seed helped in decreasing the harm from his injuries.

The pills in his storage bracelet weren't even able to provide any form of relief. If it were to carry on, his body would fall apart even before his cultivation was lowered to the level of a common man. He would then die as he lost blood and acquired infections as his cultivation diminished.

That was especially so if he met with enemies. If Wang Baole were to raise his hand that was hugging his stomach, his intestines would all flow out… Using the devouring seed to forcefully suck them in wasn't a long-term solution.

In the silence, Wang Baole knew that there was probably only one way out for him.

However, just as the idea popped into his head, Wang Baole raised his other hand, and a saber appeared immediately, slashing towards the trees on his right at something that wasn't visible!

A level of cultivation comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was activated and used precisely on the Dharmic Armament. His cultivation far exceeded that of before, allowing his control of the Dharmic Armament to become even smoother. As the saber landed, a loud boom emerged as it made a slash the length of a man's height. A black crocodile appeared roaring, landing inside the forest as it prepared to attack a True Breath realm disciple from the Galactic Dusk Sect, who carried a look of greed in his eyes.

"Bang!" There was still a trace of greed in the disciple's eyes, but a crack began to appear between his brows as he was directly split into two. It was not long before the two parts fell to the ground, blood splashing out from each of them.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Baole didn't take a single look at him, and neither did he keep his Dharmic Armament. Instead, he stabbed the saber into the ground, a look of determination appearing in his eyes as he caught his breath.

He immediately took out four puppets.

The only solution is to dismantle all these puppets, transforming them into an armor that would encompass my entire body, sealing up the wound to a certain extent!Wang Baole didn't hesitate a single bit. He knew that he shouldn't stop, but compared to advancing, the danger from his injuries was greater. Therefore, he began to dismantle the puppets with one hand.

Thankfully, he was the Deputy Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion and had made the puppets himself. Therefore, his knowledge of the Dharmic Armament and his familiarity with the puppets made him very efficient, and soon, he had completely dismantled the puppets and began carving new inscriptions to transform them with his Spirit Stones.

The scene seemed like art created by Wang Baole. The entire scene with him using his seventh-grade Dharmic Armament and the Heated Burst mystic technique surrounding him, along with Mystic Luna Realm's forest on the moon's dark side and his injured body as the background—a Dharmic Armament Master would be touched if he were to notice Wang Baole.

Soon, a set of armor appeared before Wang Baole's eyes. It was black and looked extremely vicious and cold. It's exterior was covered densely with sharp spikes that were astonishingly pointy. One could see that it was an armor prepared for war!

The whole process took about an hour. The armor was like a small giant about ten feet tall, and as it stood in front of Wang Baole, he felt a torrent of emotions.

Wang Baole wasn't completely satisfied with it, but due to the circumstances he was in, it was the best he could do. He struggled to stand and, as he activated his hand seals, the ten feet tall armor in front of him assembled on its own, breaking into numerous fragments and approaching Wang Baole as they covered him entirely.

When everything was completed, the Dharmic Armament vanished, and Wang Baole's body could no longer be seen. Instead, one could only see a figure decked in armor standing in front of the giant tree!

There was a black helmet that only revealed his eyes and black armor that covered his entire body, sealing the wound on his stomach. It seemed to have replaced his skin, preventing his intestines and organs from falling out.

Wang Baole finally felt the weakness that was gradually increasing ease significantly. If the weakness was coming at him like a turbulent river flow previously, it was now akin to a peaceful stream.

It was also at that time, when Wang Baole stopped moving, that the nine ordinary mosquitoes sent back an image of a figure charging at him from afar!

The figure hadn't neared, but a strong vibe of Foundation Establishment emanated from the figure, and could be significantly felt!

Wang Baole wasn't surprised at how they could accurately locate him. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have stayed put for so long. Seeing that the person coming after him wasn't the old lady, Wang Baole fell silent as a chill flashed across his eyes.

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Chapter 266: Blood Floods the Mystic Realm!

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As soon as the Galactic Dusk Sect Foundation Establishment realm cultivator came surging forward, Wang Baole raised his left hand without a word and swung his fist towards him!

The punch unleashed the Supernova and augmented Wang Baole's strength and power. The immense force erupted into a huge whirlpool that ripped everything apart and roared as it slammed into the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.

Alarm flashed across the face of the Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect. He had thought Wang Baole weakened and knew that their elder had destroyed his Dao foundation. That was why he had attacked confidently. He hadn't expected the force behind Wang Baole's punch. It gave him the illusion of facing off against a cultivator of equal cultivation realm instead of one at the True Breath realm.

How is this possible? Didn't the elder destroy his Dao foundation? As emotions flashed across the Galactic Dusk Sect cultivator's face, and a flicker passed his eyes, he formed rapid hand seals. A large crescent moon appeared before him and collided with the whirlpool formed by the Supernova.

At that very instant, as the Supernova erupted from Wang Baole's left fist, his right hand rose in the air. A seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber appeared in his hand. With a thundering roar, it slashed at the Supernova whirlpool!

"Die!"

An explosion of unprecedented proportion followed. In the earlier battle with Zhou Fei, Wang Baole's cultivation hadn't been as advanced. He had suffered a backlash from wielding the Dharmic Armament and was unable to fully unleash its power. Things had since changed. He unleashed his full power and the remaining, damaged Spirit Qi inside his body without holding anything back. He was the short-lived lotus in its last moments, unfolding into its fullest blossom without regret!

With a thundering roar, the black tornado rose to the skies and shook the surrounding lands. The black crocodile unleashed its true roar, which rumbled and stirred the surrounding air. It replaced the sound-barrier-breaking thundering of the saber, and a sudden hundred meter tall light erupted from Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament saber.

The saber light flashed and slashed through the Supernova whirlpool. It parted with the blade, allowing the latter to slice clean through it and land on the crescent moon summoned by the Galactic Dusk Sect Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.

Shock and alarm flashed across the cultivator's face, and he fell back hastily. The crescent moon disintegrated without putting up much of a fight. The saber light, unhindered, raced towards the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator!

"No!" The Foundation Establishment realm cultivator let out a terrible cry. He tried to fight, pulling out numerous Numinous Treasures hurriedly to defend himself, but he was like an ant before an upraised boot. The overpowering slash of the saber, powered by Wang Baole's explosive lifeforce, shattered the Numinous Treasures that the Galactic Dusk Sect Foundation Establishment realm cultivator had thrown at him. It was as if the treasures had been sucked clean of all spirit energy. The brilliant saber light fell straight on the cultivator's head and slashed… clean through!

A thundering rumble shook the earth, and a crack appeared between the two legs of the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator. It went deep into the earth and was at least thirty yards long…

Wang Baole landed, his blade piercing the ground and his body folding into a half-crouch. He lifted his head, panting, then slowly stood up.

Before him, the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect shuddered. His body split apart into two cleanly cleaved halves. They exploded. Blood and torn body parts flew in the air. His flesh form and spirit were both destroyed!

That was the present power of Wang Baole. Despite his grievous injuries, despite having a third of his meridians ruined, despite his Dao foundation being robbed, despite his growing weakness—he still had the ability to kill a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator!

Wang Baole stood up. He didn't spare a glance at the dead cultivator but looked instead to his left and then his right. He raised his Dharmic Armament and pointed at his left and his right, then turned around and ran further into the forest at top speed.

As soon as he left, two Foundation Establishment realm cultivators walked out slowly from where he had pointed his Dharmic Armament. They both had a terrible look on their faces, their expressions grave and serious.

They had arrived merely a moment later than the cultivator who had just been killed. They hadn't even had the chance to rush out to his aid before the fight had ended. They had seen, with their own eyes, Wang Baole's attack. The terrible and fearsome sight was a dagger of fear driven deep into their hearts.

"Did he really have his Dao foundation destroyed by the elder?" After a long moment, one of them asked, uncertainty in his words.

"The elder didn't just destroy his Dao foundation. I heard she ripped a fully intact artifact straight from his body… he was on the verge of attaining the Foundation Establishment realm then," the other person whispered.

The first person who spoke, upon hearing that, sucked in a breath of cold air. He knew very clearly what that meant. He also knew the agony that one would have suffered throughout the entire process. It was an unimaginable pain.

Despite having gone through that, Wang Baole was still able to fight to such an extent. That made them realize that the young man wasn't a mere prodigy. If he had successfully achieved the Foundation Establishment realm, his reputation would grow far greater in the Federation.

"He didn't reach the Foundation Establishment realm, but still possesses the same level of combat ability… it's such a waste."

The two stared at each other. A hint of greed unfurled in their eyes. There lay unspoken words between them. They were about… the Dharmic Armament in Wang Baole's possession!

With their level of cultivation, they had recognized the weapon to be a Dharmic Armament at first glance. Now, they had an even greater reason not to give up the pursuit. However, after considering Wang Baole's resilience and battle prowess, they decided unanimously to continue the hunt at a safe distance, without venturing too near.

"He's seriously wounded. I can feel his Spirit Qi weakening…"

"When he weakens more considerably, that's when we kill him!" Both had their own ideas. They continued to keep their distance while readying themselves. If Wang Baole turned around and attacked, they wouldn't engage. They would choose instead to wait it out.

They weren't idiots. Regardless of how precious a Dharmic Armament was, they knew well about Wang Baole's Foundation Establishment realm level fighting ability. There were those who would have bravely approached head on and fought for the Dharmic Armament, but such people were rare and few. Even if they didn't perish in the encounter, they would, eventually, in the others that followed.

The Galactic Dusk Sect, especially, was extremely focused on its self-interests and gains. It would never do anything that required self-sacrifice for the benefit of others. That was why, as more Foundation Establishment realm cultivators appeared, after noticing the strange situation as well as the Spirit Qi exuding from Wang Baole—despite Wang Baole having kept his Dharmic Armament—they also chose to follow and observe.

There would always be a few brash ones, however. One Foundation Establishment realm cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect could no longer hold himself back. He sensed Wang Baole's weakening Spirit Qi and attacked immediately. The glimmering light of a blade flashed in the air instantly, and a thundering roar threatened to split the earth apart. The disembodied head of the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator flew into the air as his headless body fell to the ground. The eight to nine Foundation Establishment realm cultivators who had been following closely behind were driven to shock. They rediscovered a sense of self-restraint. At the same time, fierce desire burned in their eyes.

They unanimously decided to keep news of the situation to themselves instead of reporting back to the Core Formation realm elder. They continued tracking Wang Baole while waiting for the opportune moment.

Wang Baole knew what the people following him were up to. His eyes flashed, and he ignored them. The current situation was actually to his advantage. In fact, he had revealed his Dharmic Armament not just to inspire fear but also to use the cultivators' greed and lust for the Dharmic Armament to his advantage. They would not as easily report his whereabouts to the Core Formation realm cultivator.

They had their own schemes and naturally so did Wang Baole.

At the same time, the delay tactic suited Wang Baole's plans. As he moved forward, he went towards low-lying lands in search of the Mystic Trace Fog.

Wang Baole knew that he was weakening at an alarming rate. If he could locate the Mystic Trace Fog before he weakened to the extent that they were moved to attack, he would be able to buy himself some more time.

If he failed to do so… Wang Baole fell silent then. He no longer knew where he was precisely. Based on his calculations though, he knew that even though he was currently not in the deeper regions of the dark side of the moon, he was approaching the restricted zone that the college had spoken of and that he was not to enter at all costs.

I hope I can find it… Wang Baole inhaled deeply. He could sense himself weakening. He was about to continue his search when suddenly, from the left, a figure raced towards them at an alarming speed.

He seemed to be in great anxiety. As he approached, he drew not only Wang Baole's attention but that of the eight to nine Foundation Establishment realm cultivators behind Wang Baole as well. They turned their eyes on him.

They soon saw the approaching person clearly. It was… Zhou Fei of the Five Generation Sky Clan!

As soon as he appeared, Zhou Fei said abruptly, "Stop waiting around, everyone. He has found a way to locate the Mystic Trace Fog. If we don't do anything soon, he'll find the Mystic Trace Fog and teleport himself away. That was how he escaped from me the last time!"

As soon as Zhou Fei said that, the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect froze, and the expressions on their faces shifted. Wang Baole frowned. He sighed softly, inwardly, and leveled a frosty glare at Zhou Fei. Zhou Fei, with greed in his eyes, initiated an attack and raced towards Wang Baole!

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Chapter 267: The Land of Deep Slumber

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Zhou Fei's words instantly exposed Wang Baole's delay tactic. The latter's plan failed as soon as Zhou Fei appeared. At that moment, Wang Baole could clearly feel the difference between a True Breath realm cultivator and a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.

Compared to a True Breath realm cultivator, a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator would have lived through numerous fights to the death as well as contests for resources. That was how they had emerged from the faceless crowd of True Breath realm cultivators to form the central forces of the Federation.

Such survivors would have honed their mind after undergoing many hardships as well as events that broadened their horizons. Their mental resilience surpassed that of a True Breath realm cultivator. Their decisiveness, as soon as they made up their minds, was something a True Breath realm cultivator couldn't compare to. Once their minds were made up, they weren't easily swayed. The level of their craftiness was also greater than that of a True Breath realm cultivator.

Wang Baole couldn't spare a moment more for thought. His eyes flashed. As soon as Zhou Fei approached, he raised his right hand and summoned his seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber in his hand, slashing it at Zhou Fei!

He knew clearly that Zhou Fei held an understanding of his Dharmic Armament that was far greater than anyone else there. Since he dared to appear out in the open, he must have a certain degree of confidence in his chances. If Wang Baole had still maintained the level of strength and power that had allowed him to cleave a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator into two, he might not have been too bothered. However, he clearly sensed the weakening of his cultivation. It had dropped by three-tenths. His current level of cultivation was a mere seven-tenths of his full cultivation.

The only option left to him was to kill Zhou Fei quickly. His death would serve to terrorize the others. Even if they were aware of his plans, they would move with greater caution and give him more time to seek out the Mystic Trace Fog.

Wang Baole placed his full strength behind the attack. The tornado expanded outwards, and the black crocodile roared and lashed out in all directions. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot. His entire person sprang upward suddenly, like the long arc of a rainbow, surging behind the arc of his blade light towards Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei sneered as he watched Wang Baole attack, his hands swiftly forming hand seals. A large mirror, which seemed to be crafted from Spirit Stones, appeared before him. It started giving off a bright, blinding light as soon as it appeared. It was something Zhou Fei had borrowed from someone in order to suppress Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament.

As he formed the hand seals and the mirror appeared, the blinding light of the saber came rushing towards him. Both the light from the mirror and the saber met. Everything seemed to happen at the same time. Amidst a deafening explosion, the twin lights collided.

The mirror shattered with an explosion. As it cracked and shattered into pieces, an ethereal hand reached out from within the shattering mirror and stretched towards the approaching Wang Baole. It pointed at him.

An immense energy silently unfurled in the air. It formed a binding force that cast itself over Wang Baole, who suddenly felt the sensation of sinking deep into water. He felt as if his whole body had been suddenly and tightly bound. He froze in his steps, his movements slowing down considerably.

It was as if he had frozen on the spot, unable to move and unable to fight back!

The surrounding Foundation Establishment realm cultivators witnessed the sight before them, and their eyes glimmered. They were about to dash out when Zhou Fei, with a loud burst of laughter, his spirits energized, raised his right hand and grabbed towards Wang Baole's Dharmic Armament!

The surrounding cultivators' breathing and pace quickened as Zhou Fei was about to wrap his fingers around the Dharmic Armament. However, as Wang Baole lay bound and helpless, suddenly, an icy glint flickered in the eyes hidden behind his helmet.

His devouring seed had been focused on keeping his injuries under control. His black lightning and the power of the purple sea hidden in his eye had also sunk into slumber after the events in the Coulomb Basin, without signs of awakening. They hadn't emerged even when the old woman had struck.

That didn't mean that Wang Baole had no way of activating them, however. As the fierce light in his eyes flashed, the black armor he was wearing started emitting a black light. A series of cracking, metallic sounds rang out. The exterior of Wang Baole's armor started caving inwards, and in the middle of each dent, lay a self-exploding bead. They shot out into the air instantly.

More than a hundred self-exploding beads scattered outwards from Wang Baole's armor and exploded instantly. Explosions resounded in the air, sending tremors through the ground. They were like a sudden boiling thunderstorm, their immense force sending shockwaves across the land—shaking the earth around Wang Baole, tearing the grass and leaves, and uprooting whole trees. The binding power that had trapped Wang Baole within its grasp was blown apart instantly!

Zhou Fei was alarmed. He retreated hastily, but it was too late. The icy glimmer in Wang Baole's eyes transformed into a murderous glint. He eyed the approaching Foundation Establishment realm cultivators and started chanting inwardly.

"Enlightened…" He echoed the words in his heart, and remarkable spirit energy exploded from his person. The heavens boiled, and amongst the distant stars, a faraway, ancient being seemed to be awakening. It had its gaze on them. The oppressive weight of the gaze sent shivers through the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators who had been closing in.

"What is this aura!?"

"My god, this is… this is…"

The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect fell back in unison, but Wang Baole paid them little attention. As he muttered the scripture, he dashed forward in a sudden burst of speed and arrived before the retreating Zhou Fei. With murder in his eyes and a rage that he had been suppressing all along, he slashed towards him!

The sudden sweep of the blade almost drove Zhou Fei's spirits out from his body in terror. He did his best to counter it but to no avail. As the blade fell, amidst a loud thunder, Zhou Fei spat out a mouthful of blood and let out an agonizing cry. His body fell, like a kite cut from its string, to the ground. His chest was a bloodied mess. Even though the actual injury wasn't visible, it was clear that he had been wounded severely.

Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He stared at Zhou Fei, who was on the verge of passing out. The latter had fallen near where the other Foundation Establishment realm cultivators stood. That couldn't have been a coincidence. He chose not to follow through with a killing blow and instead, turned and fled into the forest.

"Stop him. He's trying to find the Mystic Trace Fog. What frightened you earlier was the aura from the Dharmic Armament…" Zhou Fei struggled to speak. He spat out another mouthful of blood and passed out.

The others treated his words with equal doubt and belief. However, there was something he said that they clearly believed, and that was… the reason for Wang Baole's fleeing. It was something they hadn't expected. However, it held a hint of truth and possibility to it. Their eyes flashed as Wang Baole raced further away. The earlier terrifying spirit energy wasn't enough to deter them from continuing their pursuit.

Instantly, seven to eight sixth-grade Numinous Treasures as well as a dozen spells erupted from the cultivators' hands, heading straight for Wang Baole.

The color drained from Wang Baole's face. He wanted to put on a strong front that would continue to strike fear in his pursuers' hearts. The mind was willing, but the flesh was weak. He could only spare a sweep of his right hand as he fled. He put all he had behind the attack, but his weakening cultivation and the severity of his injuries made it impossible for him to stop the full onslaught. Two Numinous Treasure-grade flying swords pierced clean through his left arm and shoulder!

Wang Baole staggered from the blow. Inside his helmet, blood started flowing heavily from his lips. He continued escaping hurriedly, and the thought of casting the Dharmic Armament aside to lure the group away even flashed across his mind.

Doing so, however, wouldn't change the situation drastically. With the Dharmic Armament in his hands, he would be pursued relentlessly by the crowd. Without it, the situation wouldn't change. It might even have adverse consequences.

His weakened state was immediately exposed. The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators pursuing him had excited glimmers in their eyes. They dashed forward in a burst of sudden speed, in fierce pursuit. The fire in their eyes burned brightly. It was the chance they had been waiting for!

A cacophony of noises exploded within the forest. Wang Baole fought as he retreated. Spell after spell, and Numinous Treasure after Numinous Treasure, flew at him from all directions. A few Foundation Establishment realm cultivators skilled at sudden, swift attacks drew near and ambushed him from time to time.

If the eight to nine Foundation Establishment realm cultivators had combined their efforts and made a unified attack, they would have instantly killed the rapidly weakening Wang Baole. Unfortunately, they were all lusting after the Dharmic Armament for their own and guarding against one another. They were also wary against any sudden counterattacks from Wang Baole right before he died. Each of them had their own ideas and schemes and hence held back. They continued to engage in a long-drawn battle with Wang Baole to wear him down.

Wang Baole's condition worsened. Amidst another explosion and the cleave of Wang Baole's saber, a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator had his hand chopped off, and blood splattered everywhere. At the same time, Wang Baole's stomach was pierced through by a flying sword that had sneaked up on him!

It pierced through the existing raw wound on his stomach, making even the devouring seed stutter in its churning. Wang Baole shuddered, and blood spilled from his mouth. He could no longer suppress the full extent of his injuries, and they erupted. His cultivation drained away like the sudden rushing away of flood waters.

His eyes reddened as a deadly calm took over him. He was like a silent lone wolf, charging straight into one of his foes and slamming him right in his forehead. The latter was knocked aside while Wang Baole fell back hastily as well, panting. His hands shook, and black spots danced in his vision. The violent aura exuding from Wang Baole grew more intense.

He continued to flee from the group of cultivators' pursuit, unknowingly approaching the deeper regions of the dark side of the moon, the most restricted zone of all restricted zones—the center of where the mysterious ancient corpse, the Night Immortal King slept!

The roots intertwined on the ground like a thick blanket and were crimson in color. With a single glance, one would be able to recognize the place as the restricted zone highlighted in the materials distributed by all of the political forces. That was because anyone who entered that place would be faced with inevitable death!

The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators who had been pursuing Wang Baole, upon realizing where they had been led, were shocked. A few of them stopped in their tracks, their breathing stilled.

"He's not looking for the Mystic Trace Fog. He's trying to lure us to the land of the slumbering Night Immortal King!"

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Chapter 268: The Spirits and Immortals Kneel!

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As soon as the words were out and they realized where they were, the expressions on the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators' faces changed. They froze in their steps, becoming wary and uncertain. To the Galactic Dusk Sect, the domain meant death to all who hadn't reached the Core Formation realm!

They weren't typically that brash or slow to realization, but their single-minded focus on pursuing Wang Baole while having to keep their guards up against one another proved distracting. They had also been so sure, after what Zhou Fei had said, that what Wang Baole was searching for was the Mystic Trace Fog.

Everything culminated in their late realization that they had actually approached the vicinity of the restricted zone!

Wang Baole saw his pursuers stop in their tracks. He panted heavily. Blood was seeping out from the armor on his stomach. His vision had darkened, and everything was a spinning blur in his eyes. He leaned against a big tree and stared at the cultivators.

"Come on! Not coming after me, your Grandpa Wang, anymore?" Frustration swelled in Wang Baole. He ripped off his helmet, exposing his death-pale face. Blood stained his lips and colored his eyes, his smile was grim and fearless, and he had a faint crazed, murderous aura around him as he stared at his pursuers.

"Don't you have your eyes on your granddaddy's Dharmic Armament? It's here. Come and take it!" Wang Baole's legs felt like jelly. There was mockery in his smile, his words taunting. His vision was blurred and blood dripped into his eyes, coloring his vision red.

"And that one, the guy from the Five Generation Sky Clan, the one who did a pretty good job at faking his death. You can come out too. Hiding and following behind them without their notice is one thing, but do you think you can hide from your granddaddy?" Wang Baole felt a chill come over him. It wasn't merely his cultivation that had weakened; his vitality was draining from his body rapidly as well. He struggled to lift his head as he stared into the distance.

As soon as he said that, a few of the Galactic Dusk Sect cultivators turned their heads in surprise, though some remained unfazed as if they had known all along.

Zhou Fei emerged from the forest under the eyes of those who had turned their heads around. One step after another, his transparent form slowly solidified and became visible. He had clearly used the same ambush technique that he had used in his earlier pursuit of Wang Baole to conceal himself.

He had been prepared for the injuries that he would sustain as well. They seemed serious but were, in reality, still within the limits of his tolerance. He had intended to be the oriole preying on the unaware, hunting mantises, planning to wait for the cultivators to kill Wang Baole and strike as they fought amongst themselves for the Dharmic Armament.

"Wang Baole, you're at the end of your rope. Hand over the Dharmic Armament and end your own life. I believe the other Fellow Daoists will find that acceptable," Zhou Fei said slowly. He remained on high alert as he eyed his surroundings. He had previously realized that they had approached the edge of the restricted zone, but his greed was too great so he didn't give the others a heads-up. He, though, had raised his guard.

"A bunch of trash. You want the Dharmic Armament? Come and get it!

"Don't worry. Before your Granddaddy Wang dies, I'll make sure to get a few of you as well. It all depends on who amongst you are the unlucky ones. As for the rest, you'll get to find out if the restricted zone is as scary as the legends say."

Wang Baole glanced at Zhou Fei contemptuously, and his eyes swept across the rest. His right hand pressed heavily into the large tree and, using the force of that push, he retreated suddenly. He stepped straight into the area where the red plants grew, right into the restricted zone on the dark side of the moon!

He seemed to hear a sigh as he took a step into the restricted zone. With the world blurring before his eyes, he didn't spare it further thought. He simply struggled to make his way forward.

Every step sent agony snaking through his entire body. The world was a blur in his eyes, and his body grew weaker and colder. The weakness and cold were like waves sweeping over him, threatening to drag him under.

The wound on his stomach could no longer be held together. Blood slowly dripped from the open wound, and his intestines started to slip out. He tried his best to hold them in with his hands. His armor had been damaged and ruined in multiple places, a few spots being ripped apart and others dented. Where he passed, he left a trail of blood in his wake. It seeped into and merged with the blood-colored plants, creating a gruesome sight.

Behind him, silence fell over the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators. They stared at Wang Baole, whose tenacity had exceeded their wildest imagination. They might have harbored their own individual schemes and mistrust towards one another, and their uncoordinated efforts might have lacked unity, but they could recognize, to a certain degree, that Wang Baole himself possessed certain extraordinary qualities that allowed him to survive for so long.

They asked themselves whether, in his place, they would have done as well. They might have discarded the Dharmic Armament much earlier in the pursuit as a gambit to save themselves.

But they knew, deep in their hearts, that if Wang Baole had abandoned the Dharmic Armament, they would have fought for it, but they would also have killed Wang Baole in a shorter time. His death would be swift. They wouldn't have let him escape.

After all, the reward from the elder's mission didn't include the Dharmic Armament. The only way to receive the reward was to kill Wang Baole.

That was why even though Wang Baole's head wasn't worth as much as the Dharmic Armament, it was still enough to make them kill him.

However, Wang Baole never discarded the Dharmic Armament. That left them speechless. They knew that he had come to some kind of realization. That he had been able to retain such mental clarity in such a critical situation was what had made them most wary of and cautious towards him.

"If the kid had joined us Galactic Dusk Sect, he would likely be even more powerful now!" The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect, after the prolonged hunt, came to a unanimous conclusion.

They couldn't bear to leave, not even with the restricted zone in front of them. They watched as Wang Baole entered with the Dharmic Armament. Be it Zhou Fei or the others, they couldn't control the quickening of their breathing. An internal struggle took place within their hearts. Then, a glimmer, filled with vicious determination and an intention to take up the gamble, shone in their eyes.

Just as they prepared to make a gambit, suddenly, soft sobbing rose around them. The faint cries echoed in the air, sorrowful and unearthly. As the sounds resonated, a pale mist started to rise around them.

It was not the Mystic Trace Fog but a pale, thin mist. In the mist, blurry, indistinct silhouettes gradually appeared. It was a group of Moon Spirits…

Not three to five, or even a dozen, but a whole group of them…

In mid-air, in the mist, Night Immortals began to appear as well… similarly, not just three to five of them, but… a whole crowd of them!

They appeared silently and hovered around like guards, standing watch over the restricted zone. They drifted with the spreading mist around the crimson area in the restricted zone. The mist swallowed Wang Baole in its midst and hid him from the other cultivators' sight. White noise exploded in their heads, and all of them, including Zhou Fei, retreated hastily without hesitation. Their hearts beat rapidly while their muscles twitched in alarm and terror.

They reluctantly cast aside all thoughts for Wang Baole and instead, tried their best to escape as quickly as possible from the area. Fortunately, the swarm of Moon Spirits and Night Immortals seemed to be focused only on guarding the restricted zone. They didn't pursue the cultivators, allowing the latter to escape with their lives intact.

The cultivators turned around and stared in the direction of the restricted zone, falling silent. Sighing inwardly and with their hearts heavy, they went their own separate ways. Some left while others chose to linger around and wait for the mist to dissipate. They wanted to see if they might get a chance to retrieve Wang Baole's dead body.

They no longer considered the possibility of Wang Baole's survival. The appearance of the mist and Wang Baole being trapped amongst the Night Immortals and Moon Spirits pointed to his inescapable death!

Defying all odds, Wang Baole didn't die!

As the mist rose and blanketed everything, Wang Baole turned around. He gazed past the mist at the people who had been hunting him and grinned widely. He turned back. His consciousness was growing hazy, and his body was beyond exhausted. He continued walking without conscious thought. As he was about to stumble and fall, the black mask flew away from him and floated above his head.

Wang Baole had lost consciousness by then. He didn't see the soft glow radiating from the black mask. The light drifted to his side and gradually formed a faint glowing figure.

It was a woman of unprecedented beauty, dressed in white, her long hair adrift in the air.

She held onto Wang Baole. Even though her form seemed illusory, a strange power seemed to allow her to support his body and prevent him from falling over. She led him forward.

They treaded on mist as they ventured deeper into the restricted zone. The number of Moon Spirits and Night Immortals grew as they went further in. The Federation would be alarmed at their numbers, as it far exceeded their estimation!

What was bizarre was how the countless Moon Spirits and Night Immortals, upon seeing the woman, parted and made a path for her…

It was as if a supreme ruler had returned. The Moon Spirits and Night Immortals didn't simply make way for her… they knelt and bowed down before her on both sides of the path!

They watched as the Little Missy supported the unconscious Wang Baole and led him deeper into the mist, to a place where no one had ventured before. There, lay a vast crater!

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Chapter 269: The Immortal Establishment Realm!

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The illusory form of Little Missy led the unconscious Wang Baole into the depths of the crater.

The mist was thinner here, and unable to conceal the full sight before them.

It was a vast, round cavern that stretched for thousands of yards. Unless one was perched atop an elevated spot, try as they might, they wouldn't be able to see the end of the cavern.

What was visible within the expansive cavern was the thousands of figures on the ground, laid out in circles, kneeling forward in a bow. They didn't move a single inch. Their attires were different from those of people on Earth and clearly from a more ancient time. If there had been a specialist from the Federation well versed in the study of the ancient green-bronze sword, he would immediately recognize them to be… ancient sword cultivators!

In the crowd were both men and women, old and young. All of them were kneeling forward in a deep bow. They had long passed, but the bodies they had left behind retained the last expression on their faces before they died. It was as if they had shut their eyes in devoted prayer, or perhaps in an attempt to summon something just before their death…

In a single glance, one would see rings upon rings of cultivators filling the entire cavern. In the center of the rings was a towering altar!

The altar stood three hundred meters tall and had three tiers… If Wang Baole were awake, he would find the altar familiar. It was the exact same altar that he had seen during his fusion with the small tripod cauldron!

Even the lowest first tier and its four corners upon which the small tripod cauldrons sat were exactly the same. However, there were only two small tripod cauldrons on the altar, and they were both broken. No Spirit Qi emanated from them. The other two cauldrons had somehow been taken away, perhaps shot out from the crater or through some other means and for some other reason. One of those was undoubtedly the one Wang Baole had fused with!

Some of the beads on the second tier and the mist on the third tier were also either absent or broken and left without Spirit Qi.

They were all unimportant though. What was most important… was the mist that hovered above the altar in mid-air. It exuded an astounding vitality, and within the mist was the indistinct form of… a green lotus!

The green lotus was partially shriveled up. Despite that, when it swayed gently in the breeze, it radiated a green light that emanated spirit energy which seemed to have surpassed certain limits. It sat within the green glow, contained. However, looking at the green lotus, one was faced with a vision of a thundering Spirit Qi hurricane that rose to the heavens!

In comparison, the small tripod cauldron that Wang Baole had gotten his hands on previously was like a pale pinprick of a star hanging in the same sky as the bright luminous moon. The light exuding from both heavenly objects weren't of the same class!

The vitality in the mist had clearly originated from within the green lotus. The intensity of the vitality could blanket the entire Mystic Luna Realm if unleashed!

The green lotus sat in the mist. It felt like something that didn't belong to this world. The mere sight of it would shake one to their core, like a violent hurricane sweeping away one's spirit and soul!

It was something that had been worshipped by tens of thousands of ancient cultivators and had received tribute in the form of numerous small tripod cauldrons and other even rarer items. That itself was a sign of its immense power!

It was as if it were the embodiment of legends!

The embodiment of myths!

The embodiment of hope and endless possibility!

One might even say that its power didn't affect only the cultivators on Earth. Those who hailed from other civilizations and practiced the art of cultivation, regardless of their cultivation realm, would, upon seeing the green lotus, go mad with longing for it. Waves of lust would rise roaring in their hearts!

It was as if the green lotus reigned supreme and was one of the many mysterious life-transforming powers in the universe!

The cultivators here might have been people who had landed on the moon after the ancient green-bronze sword shattered. Before they died, they had carried out a grand sacrificial ceremony and attempted to summon the green lotus. They had succeeded, but for some reason, had still fallen.

Or perhaps the green lotus had been a sacred object that had belonged to their clan and had been something they had used their lives to protect.

With the support of Little Missy, the unconscious Wang Baole was brought here. She placed him at one side, lifted her head, and stared at the green lotus in the mist. The soft glow of memory seemed to glimmer in her eyes. She appeared to be immersed in happy memories. After a long, long time, she lifted her right hand and pointed. Suddenly, the green lotus in the mist shuddered. It slowly flew out from the mist and dashed towards Little Missy. It stopped, finally, in mid-air before her.

A large part of it might have already shriveled up, but it still exuded an alarming and intense vitality. The life force surged forward. It seemed to contain within itself a Spirit Qi that had been compressed to the extreme. The Spirit Qi was bubbling with life. The young, healthy shoots were a vibrant jade green that surpassed all earthly beauty. One glance at it was enough to drive one crazy for it, enough to summon an instinctive want to possess the green lotus!

"Count yourself lucky, meeting me…" Little Missy lowered her head. It was unclear whether her words were directed at Wang Baole or the green lotus. She seemed reluctant, unwilling, yet exasperated. She waved her right hand and pressed the green lotus directly onto Wang Baole's dantian.

Upon contact, the green lotus instantly melted into Wang Baole's body. It disappeared, then reappeared inside Wang Baole's body, within the severely injured dantian that was on the verge of collapse.

Upon its fusion, an indescribable life force erupted within Wang Baole's body. It was as if an earth-shattering, heaven-moving transformation was about to unfold within Wang Baole at that moment!

The life force was so overwhelming that it healed the wound on Wang Baole's stomach almost instantly, within the blink of an eye. It repaired the ruined meridians in his body, and even his flesh wounds and damaged organs were all instantly healed!

This wasn't the full extent of the astounding transformation. After repairing Wang Baole's injured body, the green lotus sank its roots deep in and surged towards the devouring seed.

The devouring seed showed its first signs of submission. It allowed the green lotus to sink its roots deep inside it. The two fused into one, and the devouring seed appeared to take the place of the mist that had formerly enveloped the green lotus. After becoming a part of the green lotus, the devouring seed also became its source of sustenance!

It was then that the signs of shriveling on the green lotus faded away. It no longer appeared to be a rootless form. It now had a foundation, and roots from which it could sustain itself and grow!

The Spirit Qi within it erupted at that moment. As it transformed Wang Baole's body, it began to build… a Foundation Establishment core!

With the small tripod cauldron stolen and his Dao foundations ruined, it shouldn't have been possible for Wang Baole to achieve the Foundation Establishment realm again in his lifetime. But now… the tides had turned. As Spirit Qi continued to erupt in his body, a thunderous boom rumbled inside him. The green lotus took the place of the small tripod cauldron and started to meld with Wang Baole's flesh form.

The speed of the fusion was quicker than the previous fusion with the small tripod cauldron. In the span of a dozen breaths, a tenth of the lotus had melded with Wang Baole. Spirit Qi erupted from his body, rumbling outwards. The mere one-tenth exceeded his previous eighty percent fusion with the small tripod cauldron!

Such luck was inconceivable and utterly incredible. As Spirit Qi continued to erupt from Wang Baole's body, the fusion progressed to twenty percent, then thirty percent…

The Spirit Qi inside Wang Baole's body increased at a crazy, exponential rate. When the fusion was complete at a hundred percent, an earth-shattering transformation took place inside Wang Baole. An overpowering Foundation Establishment core formed inside him. After fusing with Wang Baole and becoming his Foundation Establishment core, the overpowering green lotus seemed to view the other presences inside Wang Baole's body with disdain. It swayed, causing a shudder to travel through Wang Baole. The purple sea in his eye appeared, trembling, and the black lightning resting in his meridians was also startled awake.

Unable to withstand the overwhelming presence of the green lotus and left with nowhere to go, the purple sea burrowed its way into the scabbard inside Wang Baole and transformed into the eleventh mosquito!

The black lightning bolt, after a slight pause, chose to compromise as well and snaked inside the scabbard, turning into the twelfth mosquito!

After cleaning up the mess inside Wang Baole's body, the green lotus was finally satisfied. It slowly sank into the devouring seed and began the last step to the Foundation Establishment realm, one that no one had ever carried out before!

Elevation!

Rumbling continued to erupt inside Wang Baole's body. The act of elevation was one of distilling Wang Baole's current cultivation and enhancing its quality, and in doing so, transform him.

After the green lotus fused with Wang Baole's flesh form and become another organ inside his body, it had also spread its roots throughout Wang Baole's body. Wang Baole's muscles, bones, and meridians underwent a rapid transformation akin to an evolution!

As time passed, his Spirit Qi grew stronger and had long since surpassed his original levels. His Dao foundation, under the evolution of his physical form and cultivation, also gradually met the green lotus' expectations and transformed into… one of the rarest forms of Dao foundation!

His Foundation Establishment core was no longer a mere creation from fusion. It was one that was famed throughout the cultivation civilizations in the entire universe… the invincible, supreme Green Lotus Foundation Establishment core!

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Chapter 270: I Have Returned

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Time passed, seemingly fast and slow at the same time. Wang Baole didn't know how much time had gone by, but when he came to, Little Missy had vanished. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the ceiling of the cavern.

Wang Baole seemed lost for a moment before his pupils contracted, and he sat up suddenly and inspected his surroundings cautiously. He widened his eyes at the sight before him, shock flooding his mind.

This is… Wang Baole was stunned. His breathing stilled as he observed the majestic scene before him. The sight of the tens of thousands of ancient cultivators' corpses and the three-tiered altar they had been worshiping sent a flood of emotions surging through him.

The altar, especially, and the items placed on the altar, inspired in him an indistinct feeling of surreality. He had immediately recognized the altar. It was the one which had appeared in the scenes that flashed across his mind during his fusion with the small tripod cauldron.

How did I end up here… There was confusion in Wang Baole's eyes. He couldn't recall anything that happened after he entered the restricted zone to escape from his pursuers. He remembered distinctly that he had been at the end of his rope then. His vitality had been a faint, weak flame that had been on the verge of being extinguished any moment.

He had felt death looming close over him. It had felt inevitable. His small tripod cauldron had been robbed from him, the foundations of his Dao destroyed, and he had been injured grievously. He had then been forced to flee from the countless Foundation Establishment realm cultivators after his life. It didn't matter how many he had taken down. His death had seemed inevitable.

His memories halted at the point when he entered the restricted zone. Then, he seemed to have fallen into a long, deep slumber. After he had woken up, he found himself here.

In his loss and confusion, Wang Baole took in a deep breath and looked down at his chest and the black mask that had appeared there without his knowledge. As he fell silent, he could feel the changes. His injuries had been healed, and there was a certain strength brimming within him that hadn't been there before.

Upon that discovery, Wang Baole started shivering, and his eyes shone with incredulity. He started inspecting his body and soon fell into a dazed shock; it was as if he had just been struck by lightning.

He saw, within himself, the ruined foundations of his cultivation completely rebuilt. His meridians were completely healed, and where his dantian lay, in the emptiness that had formed after the small tripod cauldron had been ripped out by the old woman, was… a green lotus!

The green lotus was the size of his palm. As it swayed, it radiated tremendous vitality and Spirit Qi which flooded Wang Baole's entire body. Wang Baole's breath froze instantly. At that moment, he was caught in an illusion of utter invincibility, as if he had the power to pluck the sun, the moon, and the stars from the heavens!

He knew what he was feeling wasn't real, but he could still clearly and distinctly feel that the Spirit Qi in his body surpassed his earlier small-tripod-grade Foundation Establishment realm cultivation by more than tenfold!

It was like a miracle. Wang Baole felt as if he was in a dream. He found the green lotus familiar… it seemed to be the same lotus that was being worshiped by the small tripod cauldron and other beings in the scenes that had flashed within his mind during his fusion with the small tripod cauldron!

There was no need, and no basis, for a comparison. He knew that if the green lotus within his body was indeed the lotus he had seen in his mind, then… the lotus and the small tripod cauldron were clearly in different leagues.

How did it appear inside me… Wang Baole was brimming with excitement and agitation. He hadn't simply regained what had been lost to him. He had, after losing something precious, found something even more valuable and priceless. That feeling was beyond what words could describe.

His heart started beating fiercely. He inspected his body and surveyed his surroundings. Finally, his eyes landed on the black mask. Somehow, Wang Baole felt that he had perhaps found his answer.

"You're the one who saved me, right, Little Missy?" Wang Baole asked softly. He picked the black mask up, but it didn't respond. After a long while, Wang Baole stood up, placed the mask before him, and with great gravity, gave it a deep bow!

"Little Missy, you saved my life. I, Wang Baole, will never forget this!"

The black mask glimmered faintly, like a reply to Wang Baole's deep bow of gratitude. Wang Baole stared at the black mask's response until it faded away and silence reigned again. He carefully kept the mask, then lifted his head. He could feel the immense vitality and Spirit Qi emanating from the green lotus that had melded with the devouring seed in his dantian. He could feel the Spirit Qi of a Foundation Establishment realm, and the waves of spirit energy that were much more powerful and terrifying than before.

An intense murderous intent suddenly erupted inside Wang Baole. His eyes narrowed, and within them flashed a cold, terrifying glimmer.

"Galactic Dusk Sect, Five Generation Sky Clan… since I, Wang Baole, am not dead, the grudge I have against you is due for settlement!" His soft, murmuring words were laced with ice. They echoed faintly in the cavern. Wang Baole tried activating the green lotus in his dantian. He wanted to know the degree it had changed him since he had used it to attain the Foundation Establishment realm.

The thought surfaced and seemed to fuse with the green lotus, but as the latter was about to stir, suddenly, the earth rumbled and quaked. An immense, remarkable aura suddenly surged from the depths of the land, terrifying even Wang Baole.

The aura was so potent that its momentary release was enough to shake the heavens and the earth. Every living thing that existed within the Mystic Luna Realm was shaken to the core of their souls. Wang Baole could sense that the owner of the Spirit Qi was deep in slumber and that the sudden burst of spirit energy seemed to signal its awakening.

The Night Immortal King? Wang Baole instinctively withdrew his consciousness, which was in the midst of sinking into the green lotus. As soon as he withdrew it, the immense spirit energy disappeared. All prior signs of its awakening vanished, and the Night Immortal King continued its deep slumber.

Doubts rose within Wang Baole. He was guessing that within the Mystic Luna Realm, the only being that could give off such remarkable spirit energy must be the terrifying ancient giant corpse deep in slumber. He didn't try to test his theory further. However, he could sense that, somehow, the green lotus inside his body and the ancient corpse were related.

Wang Baole fell silent. He was uncertain of what the awakening of the ancient corpse due to him activating the green lotus would bring. He wasn't confident that he could wield and control the corpse successfully if it truly woke up.

The uncertainties made him set the idea of awakening the corpse aside. He lifted his head and looked towards the exit to the cavern. He leaped out and saw, immediately, in the thin mist outside, the silhouettes of Moon Spirits and Night Immortals.

The Moon Spirits and Night Immortals, upon seeing Wang Baole, lowered their heads as if in a bow…

Wang Baole froze at the sight. His eyes flashed. He tried to exert control over the creatures, but after a few attempts, he realized that even though the Moon Spirits and Night Immortals bowed to him, they weren't receptive to his commands.

Wang Baole silently observed the mist around him. He could sense that the mist was different from the Mystic Trace Fog. However, it seemed to share the same essence. There even seemed to be wisps of Mystic Trace Fog appearing within it from time to time.

He withdrew his gaze and lifted his head towards a point in the distance. That must be where he had come from. He could barely suppress the icy glint in his eyes.

He had killed few in his short life. His experience in the Mystic Luna Realm had been a memorable one. The sense of helplessness he had felt, the grievances he had suffered, how he had been forced to the brink of death—all these incited an uncontrollable rage that surged in Wang Baole's mind. A murderous want, eager to be unleashed, boiled within him. If he didn't let it loose, he would go mad.

Based on his assessments, the green lotus was definitely an extremely powerful object. However, regardless of how overwhelming its power was, he was still merely at the Foundation Establishment realm. He needed time to become more powerful. It still wasn't within his means to fight a Core Formation realm cultivator, as the chasm separating cultivation realms grew wider the further one progressed.

Wang Baole didn't lose his reason because of his green lotus Foundation Establishment realm. He pondered, then turned and eyed the mist around him, a glimmer flickering in his eyes.

I've studied the Mystic Trace Beads for quite some time. There are still a few steps I haven't tested. If I succeed… there will be no one in the Mystic Luna Realm who can stop me from taking my revenge! Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and suppressed his vengeful fury. He walked towards the fog and flipped his right hand over, revealing a handful of beads. Then, he continued his research of the Mystic Trace Fog.

A Foundation Establishment realm cultivation didn't only give Wang Baole enhanced fighting abilities, but also augmented his mind. He became more adept in his control and craft of inscriptions and Dharmic Armaments. There was also an abundance of Mystic Trace Fog in this place. In addition, Wang Baole discovered that with the green lotus inside him, he was no longer affected by the Mystic Trace Fog.

His research progressed swiftly and extensively. Days later, Wang Baole successfully refined the Mystic Trace Bead and walked out from the restricted zone. Battle thirst erupted from his person, murderous intent rising to the skies!

I've returned!

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Chapter 271: Blood-Stained Mystic Realm!

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On the bloodied grass patch in the restricted zone, Wang Baole's figure emerged. He had already changed his top, and the armor made from the fragments from the puppets had been removed from his body. He was just wearing a simple Ethereal Dao College Daoist robe.

His slightly rotund body had significantly slimmed down after experiencing the ordeals, and even his face looked more chiseled than before.

That was especially so as a look of peace was exuded from his eyes. It was like the calm night sky before a storm. It seemed deep, and at the same time carried a scary and heavily suppressed madness.

He held the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament in his hands as hurricanes erupted around him. Behind him, the figure of a crocodile appeared amidst the blood-stained restricted zone.

Wang Baole appeared like a God of Slaughter returning from hell. As he stepped out, the vibe emanating from him settled. The movement of his cultivation was undetectable, but from the Dharmic Armament he held in his hands, one could see that there was unlimited power within Wang Baole's body. It made the once defiant saber, which would have easily attacked its owner, obey Wang Baole!

Along the way, Wang Baole didn't have the mood to joke, to mumble to himself, or to self-deprecate. He had an optimistic personality, but it depended on the situation. Right now, there was only one word in his mind.

And that was… Kill!

The person he wanted to kill most was the old lady from the Galactic Dusk Sect that destroyed his Dao Foundation and took away his chance for Foundation Establishment. The next person he wanted to kill was… Zhou Fei from the Five Generation Sky Clan!

Up next would be those cultivators who had pursued him in order to kill him. It didn't matter if they were True Breath realm or Foundation Establishment realm cultivators. Based on Wang Baole's judgment, with the exception of the old lady that he was not able to kill, he would be able to turn the others into corpses the moment he met them.

As he walked out, a thick fog circled in the restricted zone behind Wang Baole. The Moon Spirits and Night Immortals all followed behind him silently, as if sending him off with respect.

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect who were waiting outside the restricted zone saw this with their own eyes. They had been indignant about simply leaving, so they were waiting for the fog to dissipate in an attempt to snatch Wang Baole's corpse and the Dharmic Armament.

Seeing the fog churning, they were initially excited as they thought that the fog was about to dissipate. However, very quickly, when they saw that the figure that had emerged from the fog was Wang Baole, they were shocked. Instinctively, their intention to kill kicked in, but at the same time, an indescribable, bizarre feeling arose in their hearts.

The moment those thoughts and feelings surfaced, they seemed to be transformed to shock and disbelief, as they saw that there were innumerable Night Immortals and Moon Spirits emerging from the fog and following behind Wang Baole. They seemed to be sending him off respectfully and only stopped when Wang Baole had completely left the restricted zone. After that, they even lowered their heads, as if bowing to send him off!

This scene created a noisy buzz in the trio's minds. Their breathing quickened, and their eyes were about to fall out of their sockets at the unbelievable scene they had witnessed.

The Moon Spirits… The Night Immortals… They're bowing to him?

This Wang Baole… Not only did he not die, he even recovered fully?

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect were shaken. Even though they didn't manage to see Wang Baole's exact level of cultivation, they all instinctively chose to take a step backwards.

However, at the exact instant they retreated, a killer's glance emerged from Wang Baole, who had just stepped out from the restricted zone. He had long sensed the presence of the trio, and would never let go of the chance. The moment they were about to escape, Wang Baole's speed erupted with a turn of his body!

He was so fast that it was astonishing. Sonic booms erupted after him, even becoming a form of impact under the extreme speed. It led to many different tree branches breaking off after being shaken violently, and even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be unsteady and filled with shock. At that moment, Wang Baole dashed past the Foundation Establishment cultivator, his saber shimmering. The Foundation Establishment cultivator trembled as he scrambled, a look of disbelief on his face as he looked at Wang Baole who had stopped in front of him.

"You…" The Foundation Establishment cultivator seemed to want to say something, but he had no chance. He only managed a word before a bloody wound appeared on his neck, and his head fell to the ground. His decapitated body had blood spurting out from the neck as it fell to the side.

It was a clean kill of a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the same realm. Wang Baole didn't even use all his power. His position as a green lotus Foundation Establishment cultivator, coupled with his Dharmic Armament, allowed him to become the top cultivator within the Foundation Establishment realm!

Without even looking at the Foundation Establishment cultivator's corpse, Wang Baole turned and looked coldly in the direction the other two had escaped, before charging after them!

Right now, a middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect who happened to be standing in another direction was aghast with fear. His mind exploded with activity as if heavy waves were crashing violently in his head. An indescribable sense of fear uncontrollably emerged in his heart.

How could this be possible? He couldn't believe his eyes. The death of his comrade made him feel that he was in a nightmare. He couldn't imagine how Wang Baole could survive within the restricted zone. Not only that, but he managed to heal his injuries fully and even became so strong that it was unbelievable!

However, there was meant to be no answer to his doubts. As he tried to escape and dodge like a maniac, Wang Baole was like an arrow that had left its bow, approaching him at an extremely high speed. If one were to look down on the ground from the sky, Wang Baole appeared ten times faster than the other people, catching up with the others in just a few steps.

"This is a misunderstanding… Wang Baole, listen to me…" The Foundation Establishment cultivator was taken aback. He immediately tried to explain himself, but what he got in return was the cold gaze from Wang Baole's eyes that carried a heavy sense of his intention to kill, and the glow from the saber that covered his entire world as it approached in the blink of an eye!

The glow from the saber was transformed into a gigantic crocodile. As the sonic boom emerged, the crocodile opened its mouth and sneered, swallowing the person whole. When the glow disappeared, the Foundation Establishment cultivator's body broke apart into several pieces, and Wang Baole turned and charged towards the third person!

Wang Baole remembered clearly that those three Foundation Establishment realm cultivators clad in armor had ambushed him, causing his injuries to worsen after a futile attempt at suppressing them!

"You're fast?" Wang Baole was soft and calm, his voice like a winter chill as he spoke to the third cultivator who had escaped a certain distance away. The cultivator was frantically calling for help with his jade slip. His pupils constricted and his mind buzzed with activity as he took out numerous Numinous Treasures, activating all kinds of spells to try to defend himself while shouting out loud.

"Wang Baole, I have already sent out information about you! You still have time to leave, if not, the Elder will come and prosecute you!"

Wang Baole seemed not to have heard the threat spat out by the Foundation Establishment cultivator. With a few steps, he raised his right hand and waved, and lightning appeared instantly from the skies. The lightning was ten times thicker than when he was in the True Breath realm, erupting while creating a loud boom. It emerged in layers, forming swords that interlaced to form a lightning net. No matter how hard the Foundation Establishment cultivator tried to defend himself and fight back, it was futile as he was completely covered and electrocuted by the lightning net under the chilly gaze from Wang Baole.

Waves of painful screams reverberated as the Foundation Establishment cultivator's body was diced into tens of pieces. As the pieces fell to the ground, the screams halted.

Wang Baole neared in broad steps, standing beside the corpse and stepping on the jade slip used by the cultivator. With a small force, he broke it into pieces.

"What I really wanted was for you to send out that voice transmission. This way, I don't have to find people to kill one by one," Wang Baole spoke calmly. Killing three people was insufficient to eliminate the hatred in his heart. He turned and stared in the direction of the restricted zone for a long time. When he turned around, Wang Baole went in the opposite direction in huge strides, carrying an extremely strong sense of viciousness and intention to kill.

I didn't want to kill anyone originally. However, since the Galactic Dusk Sect wants to play the game of survival of the fittest, then I'll go according to their style.

I want to see for myself the number of people they can send for me to kill!

There's also Zhou Fei. I wish he would come find me himself and save me the trouble of searching for him. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he disappeared within the forest. He left behind three incomplete corpses in three different areas, filling the mystic realm with even more blood as its stench spread in all directions.

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Chapter 272: The Journey of Revenge!

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Wang Baole didn't move fast within the forest, but his speed was still shocking. With the flailing of his arm, his mosquitoes scattered around the area surrounding him, providing a wide field of vision for him. However, as Wang Baole felt for the flying sword within his body, he realized that two mosquitoes had yet to fly out.

One was black while the other was purple.

The two mosquitoes were like arrogant masters; they stayed within the scabbard, not heeding Wang Baole's orders. The grade of the scabbard seemed to be too low to force them out.

It's them?

The two additional mosquitoes made Wang Baole recall the messy existences that were once present in his body. Seeing that they had now entered the scabbard and became mosquitoes, he had some thoughts, and a fire started burning in his heart.

Wang Baole knew well that those two mosquitoes were definitely extraordinary. He was unable to order them around now, but he imagined that if he continued refining his scabbard, he would gain the ability to control them!

Wang Baole was confident in their strength and future performance. After all, the black colored mosquito was formed from the black lightning that had unknowingly appeared in his body. As for the purple sea, Wang Baole had managed to more or less guess that it was the purple glow that had wanted to kill him when they met it in Spirit Breath Village.

These two fellas aren't to be underestimated. Wang Baole looked excited. His heart, which was seeped in hatred, seemed to have eased a little because of it as well. However, his experiences had been so bitter that his heart was only partially soothed, with most of it still filled with a strong intention to kill.

It was as if he hadn't taken enough revenge, which filled him with angst as if there was a rock on his chest!

Therefore, he charged forward, carrying his complex of emotions. Taking advantage of the wide field of vision from the mosquitoes, he began another round of waiting and searching. He was waiting for people from the Galactic Dusk Sect and Five Generation Sky Clan to come to him on their own accord, and searching for cultivators from both sides that he would meet along the way.

His targets were the cultivators from the two different factions.

Those who were able to traverse the dark side of the moon were often not True Breath realm cultivators but Foundation Establishment realm cultivators. Very soon, after half an hour, Wang Baole sensed the presence of two Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, though he was unclear if they were simply passing by or had come after receiving the voice transmission.

The moment he sensed the duo, a chill flashed across his eyes. The intention to kill that was in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He knew the duo, as they were part of the crowd that had forced him into the restricted zone when he was on the brink of death. Wang Baole had a deep-seated hatred towards those people!

"Die!" Wang Baole carried an indescribable chill in his heart. Without a sound, his body charged towards the duo at such a high speed that he seemed like a wandering spirit within the forests. It was impossible to see him clearly, and unless there were other people whose level of cultivation far exceeded him, they would be unable to sense his presence!

Within the blink of an eye, Wang Baole neared one of them, and in that instant, he leaped into the sky like a wave of chilly wind and arrived beside his opponent. His opponent was cautiously monitoring his surroundings, but the sudden arrival of Wang Baole shocked him so severely that he tried to retreat. It seemed like he had received the voice transmission and come to know about Wang Baole's madness.

"He is here…" Almost instinctively, the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator twisted the jade slip and wanted to send a warning out, but it was too late. The moment he retreated, the moment he was about to twist the jade slip, Wang Baole carried a fierce and intense viciousness as he looked into the eyes of the cultivator. It was as if his viciousness was flowing and perforating into the cultivator's eyes along with his gaze, pounding straight into his mind and causing him to tremble so vigorously that he felt as if he were in the face of a cruel and psychotic beast.

Suddenly, all that the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator saw was a blur. Wang Baole let out a punch the moment he neared. The instant Wang Baole sent out the Supernova, a sonic boom emerged, and a loud series of impacts reverberated, forming a huge vortex in front of Wang Baole and the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator.

The vortex seemed to hold an astonishing amount of force. When it appeared, it carried along with it the force of the surroundings, causing the vegetation all around to be torn into pieces due to its force. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if a black hole had been formed.

That was the real appearance of the Supernova, directly attacking a seeming emptiness, creating a hurricane and transforming a vortex into a black hole based solely on one's physical strength. It looked like it was swallowing everything in its path, but was actually tearing everything apart!

It all happened so quickly. The Foundation Establishment realm cultivator's resistance and struggle hadn't taken effect when the vortex black hole formed by the Supernova swallowed him whole.

The boom from the vortex covered his shrill cry. Then, Wang Baole's calm voice emerged as the boom erupted and the vortex dissipated, with blood emerging from it.

"The fourth one."

The second Foundation Establishment realm cultivator standing in another direction, who had witnessed everything happening before his eyes, felt as if his mind was about to explode as a frightening wave of thoughts crashed in his head. He couldn't believe everything that had happened, and even though he had received the voice transmission previously, he was still stricken with fear now that he had seen it himself. He stood pale, without a single tinge of rosiness on his face, as his mind was filled with only one thought—escape!

As he breathed hurriedly, the second Foundation Establishment realm cultivator retreated like a maniac. He even used his mystic technique, biting his tongue until it bled to allow for a boost in his speed. However, as he charged away, the chilly voice from Wang Baole, who was like the Death, arrived upon his ears.

"The fifth one." That was the last thing he heard while he was still alive. Fear and despair filled his heart, and he hurriedly opened his mouth, attempting to explain himself and seek mercy.

"Listen to me, Wang Baole, I…" If pleading were of any use, not as many cultivators would have died during the Spirit Inception Era. He hadn't even completed his sentence before he trembled all over, his vision instantly turning black and his world thrown into a whirl. As his consciousness vanished, the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator began to feel intense pain in his neck. The last thing he ever saw was a blade driven through his throat.

After that, his breath stopped, and he died!

Wang Baole stepped on the Foundation Establishment cultivator's body and gently removed the saber from his neck. Then, he wiped the saber expressionlessly on the cultivator's shirt before he continued advancing as if nothing had happened.

If someone who knew Wang Baole had seen what he was like now, they would feel extremely distant toward him. Wang Baole was normally a jovial, happy-go-lucky, and optimistic person, but that was what he presented on the exterior. If there was no such thing as cultivation in the world, and Earth hadn't entered the Spirit Inception Era, Wang Baole's personality would perhaps not have changed throughout his entire life.

However, it was a cruel world, a battle of life and death and the survival of the fittest. That made the viciousness and decisiveness hiding deep within the recesses of his optimism grow even stronger after continuous rounds of honing through experience!

Right now, it was at the point that those qualities were the sharpest!

Just like that, he continued on his way, giving off a strong sense of viciousness everywhere he passed. He killed every single Galactic Dusk Sect disciple that had attempted to kill him previously, regardless of whether they were True Breath realm or Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, and regardless of whether they were male or female.

He didn't soften nor think too much about the consequences. Since his enemies hadn't thought about the consequences when they were after him, there was no reason for him to care so much either.

However, most of his targets were the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators. He was lazy to care about the True Breath realm cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect that he occasionally came across.

Even so, his killing rampage had already garnered the attention of the members of the Galactic Dusk Sect who were in the Mystic Luna Realm. There was more than one Core Formation cultivator from the Galactic Dusk Sect in the Mystic Luna Realm, and even though none of them could afford to be distracted as they had other important matters to handle, the old lady—who had snatched Wang Baole's small tripod cauldron away from him—was surprised after knowing what had happened. She then laughed chillingly, pausing what she was doing and dashing towards where Wang Baole was.

Little worm, you were lucky the previous time. You managed to escape but still dared to appear. It seems like you still have other treasures, and are sending a message to your old lady here, inviting me to dig into your flesh again.

At the same time, she sent out a task to assemble the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators nearby to pursue and kill Wang Baole!

In that case, I will annihilate you this time!

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Chapter 273: Scram!

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The Galactic Dusk Sect had joined hands with the giant tree in the Mystic Luna Realm this time. To a certain extent, they could disregard the array formation on the Mystic Luna Realm and therefore made ample preparations. There seemed to be over a hundred Foundation Establishment realm cultivators.

However, not everyone from the sect participated, and not all the factions from the Galactic Dusk Sect agreed to participate in the collaboration and dangerous journey. Therefore, those that came forward were people of the same unit as the old lady.

After all, to a large faction, unless it was a well thought out mission, it was rare for them to risk everything. Usually, they would leave behind an escape route so that they could sever everything else and save themselves should anything go awry.

It was similar for the Five Generation Sky Clan. Not everyone was chosen to collaborate with the giant tree. Instead, only certain family clans took part so that the clan could withdraw easily. Even if they were to fail, they simply needed to clean up after themselves and give an explanation to the Federation.

Other times, the different factions were unwilling to start a war. As such, each party was accepting of making use of the tactic of punishment and weakening others.

Therefore, of the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators who had come this time, most of them were in the early- or mid-stages. There were only eight or nine of them who had perfected the Foundation Establishment process.

That was the full strength of the old lady's lineage. On the back face of the Mystic Luna Realm, three bases seemed to have been dug out. These three regions appeared to be the testing sites that were produced from the collaboration process with the giant tree. It appeared that they were searching for something.

There was a region that was one of the Galactic Dusk Sect's bases in the forest near where Wang Baole was. Other than the few cultivators who were standing guard, the remaining twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators had all been activated, charging towards where Wang Baole was last seen with strong killing intent.

At the same time, the old lady was moving at high speed towards the same area from another base. In the Mystic Luna Realm, she was fearless and didn't even try to hide her speed. She was like thunder, nearing at high speed with a chilly look in her eyes.

In this way, a net that was deemed huge by the Galactic Dusk Sect was formed, tightening quickly around Wang Baole. Wang Baole, who was moving within the forest, immediately sensed it through the fields of vision provided by the mosquitoes he had sent out.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, the area that the mosquitoes could spread out had exceeded that of previous times. They could now reach an area of five kilometers, and even though Wang Baole couldn't see the entire area with equal clarity, he could gain a rough gauge of the distribution and surroundings of his mosquitoes.

Now, the first Galactic Dusk Sect cultivator had appeared in his field of vision. Wang Baole stopped and squinted his eyes, taking a closer look. Soon, in the different regions around him, he saw the second, third, and fourth cultivator…

When all twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators had appeared, Wang Baole smiled, a chill flashing across his eyes.

Eight in early-stage Foundation Establishment, and four in mid-stage Foundation Establishment… There seem to be numerous factions from the Galactic Dusk Sect that arrived on the moon… Wang Baole licked his lips. After his near-death experience, after a green lotus had appeared in his body, and after he had managed to achieve Foundation Establishment again, Wang Baole hadn't found his limits.

The attacks he unleashed previously and the feelings he physically felt right now didn't seem to be all he was capable of. The people he had killed previously were all in the early-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. After analyzing everything, Wang Baole could gain a rough gauge of his own combat powers.

It is easy to kill the early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and it wasn't difficult to eliminate the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators with the Dharmic Armament… As for the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, it isn't easy to make conclusions as I haven't met them. I could probably emerge victorious, but I fear that I would waste my time. Wang Baole concluded, keeping silent. Now, his eyes were narrowed as he charged towards the person nearest to him.

Wang Baole couldn't estimate his capabilities in the case where he didn't have the Dharmic Armament. To him, it was a normal thing for him to own Dharmic Armaments as the Deputy Pavilion Head of the Dharmic Armament Pavilion. It would be weird if he didn't have them.

At the same time, after his previous attacks, Wang Baole had a sense of the green lotus within his body. It seemed like the green lotus didn't have a huge effect on his spells, but more of an obvious effect in boosting his physical strength.

From the time he woke until now, Wang Baole didn't feel a tinge of fatigue. A source of vitality seemed to have appeared in his body, releasing an endless stream of life, keeping him at peak performance.

Therefore, I shall make use of these twelve people to gauge how far my physical strength has increased… An intention to kill flashed in his eyes as Wang Baole erupted at high speed. As the sonic boom reverberated and was sensed by the twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators, Wang Baole appeared before the nearest person to him like a flash of lightning. They all looked in the direction the sound had come from.

That person was a middle-aged man. The instant he heard the sonic boom, his vision blurred. Years of combat made him instinctively retreat and dodge to his left. He activated his hand seals, causing his spells and the protection formed by his Numinous Treasures to emerge with a glow, attempting to block Wang Baole.

However, under the test of Wang Baole's strength, his resistance was futile. The seventh-grade Dharmic Armament was unleashed, forming a saber glow several hundred feet long that slashed right in front of the middle-aged man. It destroyed everything it passed, with all the Numinous Treasures and spells decimated. There was no way to block it, and eventually, as the middle-aged man screamed in fear, the saber appeared between his brows, cutting through him as he collapsed to the ground.

A loud boom erupted from the ground. As a large crack appeared in the ground, the figures of numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators all around arrived at high speed. They saw the corpse that was split in half but didn't see Wang Baole at all.

The two halves of the corpse, as well as the crack in the ground, made all the Galactic Dusk Sect cultivators who arrived gasp in shock. They were filled with fear and glanced at their surroundings quickly while on high alert.

"One slash… And he killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator…"

"This person's combat power is at least on the same level of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. D*arn it, I heard that Wang Baole owned a Dharmic Armament, but even so, how did his cultivation advance to such a level? He's not afraid of a backlash?"

As the crowd grew fearful and alert, a glow from the saber appeared suddenly from the right, several hundred feet away. Everyone was gripped with fear as they hurriedly tried to dodge. The glow from the saber landed on the ground before them, creating a loud noise as the mud splattered everywhere, and vegetation flew into the air. A black hurricane spread, covering the entire area and throwing everyone into chaos.

In the chaos, the figure of Wang Baole holding the saber appeared like a flash of lightning. He didn't want to ambush the crowd, instead, wanting to make use of the time when the vegetation was in the air to attack from the front.

The best way to test my physical strength is to see how many times I can use the saber before a backlash occurs! A chill flashed across Wang Baole's eyes as he neared someone instantly. He raised the Dharmic Armament saber in his hands and slashed.

A loud boom emerged, and the cultivator that had been cut by the saber blade didn't even have time to scream before he trembled and blood spewed in all directions.

As the other people were gripped in shock, Wang Baole emerged from the Blood Fog, appearing beside another person as he waved his saber again. This time, however, he was resisted by that person slightly.

"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment? Slay!" Wang Baole raised his brows, unleashing his cultivation. The force from his saber didn't stop as it smoothly cut the body into two!

Just like that, as Wang Baole weaved through them at high speed, the spells around him roared loudly. Gripped with fear, every single Foundation Establishment cultivator unleashed their trump card.

Even though their trump cards were formidable, Wang Baole was so fast and his saber so frightening that the cultivators Wang Baole met along the way were all killed. The mess of flesh and blood created immense stress in the other people who were alive.

Everything happened within the time of a few breaths. It wasn't long before six corpses were laying on the ground. The remaining six cultivators spread out quickly, but Wang Baole was like the God of Death, pursuing the seventh person, wanting to slash again as he carried a cold look in his eyes.

However, at that moment, an angry roar erupted from the skies above.

"How dare you?" A familiar, strong suppressive force was nearing from an area in the sky. The person hasn't arrived, but the suppressive force was so strong that it was like the force of the heavens covering the entire forest. This made all Foundation Establishment cultivators tremble with fear as if their cultivation had been suppressed by the person's arrival. However, while most of them were surprised, some were agitated.

"The Elder has arrived!"

"Wang Baole, you'll be dead now!"

A flash shone across Wang Baole's eyes. He continued slashing, cutting off the Foundation Establishment cultivator's head while he grew distracted with excitement.

"Wang Baole, d*mn you!" The old lady roared angrily, picking up speed.

Wang Baole killed people as easily as a saber through soft butter. He didn't pause a single moment, and as he killed the seventh person, he turned his head and waved his raised right hand. Immediately, three beads dashed towards the figure that had appeared in the sky, the figure of the old lady approaching him, who was carrying extreme rage and killing intent!

"Scram!" In the face of a Core Formation cultivator, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes without any fear, sneering at her at the same time as he tossed out the beads.

The moment he spoke, the three beads exploded open on their own, forming a fog in front of the approaching old lady.

The old lady was carrying a chilling look, not even slightly affected by Wang Baole's attack. She was confident that no matter how capable a Foundation Establishment cultivator he was, he would never be a match for a Core Formation cultivator.

She swept her sleeve, attempting to dissipate the fog resulting from the exploding beads. However, her pupils constricted, as she revealed a look of disbelief.

"This… This is… Mystic Trace Fog…" With her will, she exclaimed noiselessly. She didn't manage to finish her sentence before the Mystic Trace Fog completely enveloped her. Instantly, she was sent away!

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Chapter 274: Killing at the Base

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On the periphery of another basin on the Mystic Luna Realm's visible side, there were tens of cultivators fighting against each other. From the way they were dressed, it could be seen that it was the Senate against the Trilunaris Corporation, and Jin Duoming was amongst them.

Within this group of people, there were Foundation Establishment cultivators who had managed to find twenty fragments and succeeded in becoming Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, even though Jin Duoming from Trilunaris Corporation had long attained twenty fragments, he didn't begin the Foundation Establishment process. Instead, he was lying on the chair, looking bored at the disciples within the Senate.

"All of you dare to battle me?"

Amongst the disciples in the Senate, there were Foundation Establishment cultivators who were looking angrily at Jin Duoming. For some unknown reason, a conflict had arisen between them. However, they couldn't fight him, and could only express their rage with angry stares.

Just as the cultivators from both sides were glaring at each other, a sudden strong force of teleportation erupted from an area near them. The old lady appeared out of thin air just as they turned their heads to look.

A wave of force from a Core Formation cultivator instantly spread in all directions, gripping the hearts of cultivators from both sides. Even Jin Duoming sat upright, a rare look of concern apparent in his eyes.

The members of the Senate all held their breath but didn't seem too surprised. It appeared that they were already aware that there were Core Formation cultivators from the Galactic Dusk Sect.

They remained vigilant as the old lady stepped out from thin air. The moment she appeared, she looked extremely awful and solemn. Green veins bulged from her forehead. The madness and suppressed indignation she felt in her heart had already reached such a level that it could no longer be described. When she appeared, she screamed shrilly and angrily at the sky.

"Wang Baole, you little bastard! It's not the end from me!" As the old lady screamed angrily, her voice reverberated. This made the Senate and people from the Trilunaris Corporation even more alert. Jin Duoming even narrowed his eyes, as he had heard about the issues between Wang Baole and the Galactic Dusk Sect.

He had thought that Wang Baole must have died during the ordeal. However, seeing how the old lady was acting now, curiosity arose in his heart.

At almost the same instance that curiosity arose, the old lady's anger rose to its limits as she looked angrily and frighteningly at the people from the Trilunaris Corporation and the Senate. She wanted to vent her anger on them but forcefully swallowed that urge.

After all, the people from the Senate and Trilunaris Corporation were from the second generation. Not a single one of their elders could be belittled. The old lady could kill and destroy Wang Baole but was unwilling to offend the direct relatives of any of these elites. That was especially so when she noticed Jin Duoming, which made her suppress her anger. She turned and charged towards the dark side of the moon.

She was indignant as she recalled what had just happened. She felt incredulous, and at the same time, she determined that she would never give Wang Baole another chance when she saw him again. She would attack forcefully, targeting and killing Wang Baole directly.

As the old lady rushed back at high speed, Wang Baole was standing on the dark side of the moon, his eyes shifting away from the position where the old lady was a moment ago. He then looked at the five dumbfounded and shocked Foundation Establishment realm cultivators around him, who had witnessed the scene.

Every single one of those cultivators was utterly shocked with disbelief, as they felt that everything seemed ludicrous. What just happened was something that they would have never imagined even in their dreams. The great Core Formation realm Elder who arrived so imposingly had actually been teleported away with the wave of Wang Baole's hand and his order for her to scram.

It was such a huge turn of events that their delight at the arrival of the old lady instantly turned into shock. The effect of the beads that Wang Baole had tossed out was clear to them. As reality and understanding sunk into their minds, their expressions changed, and they were taken aback. Voiceless screams uncontrollably escaped from their mouths.

"This… This is the Mystic Trace Fog! God! Wang Baole can actually store the Mystic Trace Fog into beads to form a Dharmic treasure!"

"D*rn it! How did this happen? If Wang Baole possesses beads like this, it means that he can teleport away whoever he wishes. To a certain extent, this makes him invincible!"

As the crowd gasped in shock, they all lost their will to battle. Wang Baole's powers made them frightened, and the Mystic Trace Beads destroyed all their hope. They spread out in all directions, with only one thought in their heads, and that was to escape and hide!

To them, a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator on the same level as Wang Baole wasn't completely indestructible. However, it was still extremely frightening to them and was an existence that they couldn't fight against by themselves.

That was especially so as Wang Baole's speed and physical build made his abilities for continuous combat and resistance towards attacks exceed that of others significantly. It was sick simply thinking about it, but Wang Baole also possessed Dharmic Armaments that others could never obtain. That alone was a nightmare to people, and the only thing that they could do was wish to grow more legs in order to escape.

However, Wang Baole wouldn't easily let them escape. Now, a flash appeared across his eyes as his speed erupted, charging out like a bolt of black lightning. When he emerged and neared someone, he swung his left hand and sent out a sea of fire. That was him activating his Heated Burst mystic technique.

The heat wave was shockingly strong and spread instantly, enveloping the cultivators who were on the run. One cultivator tried to shield himself from it and retreat, but in the Sea of Fire enveloping him, bolts of lightning appeared, landing on him as the fire swallowed him whole.

Without stopping and after eliminating that cultivator, Wang Baole turned and charged towards the next person. Painful screams emerged one after another in the forest. Five minutes later, Wang Baole kicked the abdomen of the last Foundation Establishment cultivator, bursting his body apart. He looked at the twisted face of the cultivator who had once gone after him in an attempt to kill him and kicked hard at the destroyed abdomen once again.

Painful screams could no longer be heard. The cultivator laid there, trembling uncontrollably as his eyes clouded until he finally stopped breathing and died.

Wang Baole looked at the corpse before him coldly, before picking up the cultivator's storage bag. He opened it to take a look and retrieved a jade slip from it. The storage bags of the other cultivators also contained similar jade slips, which marked a location nearby.

In order to send so many people here so quickly… It probably means that this spot is their assembly point. The hostility in Wang Baole's heart had partially dissipated. He groaned as he dashed towards the point marked in the jade slip.

In reality, the marked point was one of the bases of the Galactic Dusk Sect, which wasn't far away from where Wang Baole was. There was a deep trench in the ground, with hundreds of True Breath realm cultivators entering and leaving it; they appeared to be excavating.

In the depths of the trench were two middle-aged men guarding the area vigilantly, looking at the disciples who were digging as they furrowed their brows. They had received the order from the old lady to kill Wang Baole, and also a reminder for them to take note of Wang Baole's Mystic Trace Beads.

"Mystic Trace Beads?"

"Sounds interesting." The duo grew vigilant. After all, for the old lady to personally alert them to it, it meant that there must be something shocking about it. Therefore, they looked at each other and were about to leave and begin their search outside the trench when suddenly, outside the trench, a painful scream arose, and gasps of shock gradually followed.

"Enemy attack!"

The duo was shocked as they instantly picked up speed and charged outside the trench. At the same time, outside the trench, Wang Baole had already emerged at high speed out of the forest. When he arrived, he dashed in with the Dharmic Armament in his hands.

He didn't bother to attack the True Breath realm cultivators unless they were looking for death themselves. His target was only the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators. As he neared, he unleashed the Supernova, killing several True Breath realm cultivators who charged at him without any fear of death. He waved his knife at every single Foundation Establishment realm cultivator that came at him, cutting them into two with blood spurting out from their wounds. The scene was too shocking to the True Breath realm cultivators around him. They all gasped in shock, and almost all of them stepped back and looked at Wang Baole with extreme fear and disbelief.

That was especially so for one of them, who was one of the Federation seedlings. As he looked at Wang Baole, a torrent of emotions and thoughts crashed in his heart. Even though he had heard about Wang Baole's matters previously, seeing how strong he was with his own eyes still made him feel incredulous.

Wang Baole noticed him as well but retracted his gaze in silence. The other party hadn't participated in the pursuit for his death and didn't seem to want to attack him now. Furthermore, he was one of the Federation seedlings. With this shared relationship, Wang Baole chose to ignore him as he walked towards the trench without anyone blocking his way.

Just as he neared, the strong aura of two people erupted from within the trenches right at Wang Baole. Wang Baole didn't even bother to take a look as he tossed the Mystic Trace Beads out.

"Scram!"

A loud boom emerged as the beads exploded. A thick fog filled the entire trench, and even though the two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were alert, it wasn't possible for them to react and resist the Mystic Trace Fog that had appeared so suddenly. In the blink of an eye, they were teleported away.

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Chapter 275: The Osmanthus Tree on the Moon!

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The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators in the base had mostly gone to take Wang Baole's life. Therefore, there were only a few that stayed behind, and that included those two late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivators.

Now, of all the people that Wang Baole had killed, the only one surviving was the one who was a Federation seedling like him.

The True Breath realm cultivators standing around had seen Wang Baole arrive with their own eyes. They witnessed him killing Foundation Establishment realm cultivators as if he was slaughtering chickens. Fear had long gripped their hearts completely, and as they were immersed in fear, they had given up the thought of resisting. They were all clear that in the face of a formidable person like Wang Baole, resisting would be futile. Instead, it would become the spark for more trouble to come.

As for Wang Baole, all the killing along the way had already helped dissipate the hostility in his heart. The remnant of grudge that remained was that he hadn't seen Zhou Fei from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

Wang Baole's hatred towards Zhou Fei was second to the Core Formation old lady. Now, he was standing outside the trench, alternating between looking into it with his head lowered and at the people around him who didn't dare to even breathe. A flash appeared across his eyes as he looked towards the only Federation seedling cultivator.

"Who's that… Lin Guizi? That's your name, right? Explain the plot and goal the Galactic Dusk Sect is trying to achieve, and also tell me about the relationship between you and the Five Generation Sky Clan."

"I don't wish to kill you, so you'd better be upfront. Also, I want you to tell me the location of the Five Generation Sky Clan's base!" Wang Baole didn't bother mincing words, conveying what he was looking for directly.

The True Breath realm cultivators standing around all lowered their heads. The Federation seedling cultivator laughed bitterly and didn't hesitate to tell Wang Baole everything he knew.

After all, the intelligent ones were the ones who knew when to act according to their circumstances. The Federation seedling from the Galactic Dusk Sect didn't hesitate a single bit in revealing the secrets of his sect and was even very detailed in doing so…

Based on the answer, Wang Baole finally understood the relationship between the Galactic Dusk Sect and the Five Generation Sky Clan, as well as their goal.

At the same time, he began to gain a more precise grasp on the sequence of events that led to the changes in the Mystic Luna Realm.

In reality, there was a large ancient tree buried deep underground on the moon. An unknown length of time ago, it was born into existence, even though no one knew exactly how it arose. It seemed to have already been present on the day the moon was born.

The ancient tree had experienced many trials and had been through the passage of time, be it the period when Spirit Qi hadn't filled the area or the period where it survived against all odds in an unfavorable environment. Its roots were spread across a wide area in the ground of the moon, integrating together with the rocks and mud, which made it difficult for people to sense its presence.

Signs of its existence only began to appear many years ago, which led to a series of tales, such as that of the osmanthus tree inside the moon.

However, the large ancient tree died a long time ago. After all, it had existed in the moon for too long, and there was a limit to how long it was possible for it to live. Therefore, when it had reached a near-death stage and felt that its life could no longer be sustained, it dispersed its seeds towards Earth in order for them to grow again on Earth.

In that manner, it managed to achieve some sort of eternal existence.

Eternal existence… As Wang Baole listened, thoughts arose in his head. In reality, there were many sayings about eternal existence in this time and age. Going back in time, before the arrival of the ancient greenish-bronze sword, somebody had once mentioned that the purpose of the early humans procreating was to prolong their life's existence, and to some extent achieve eternal existence.

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The phrase 'eternal existence' flashed across Wang Baole's mind. He didn't care about eternal existence, as the only thing that was important to him was having dreams.

As Wang Baole fell silent, the Federation seedling from Galactic Dusk Sect continued illustrating.

The giant tree that had almost completely integrated with the moon continued growing to its limits. It dispersed its seeds towards the earth, but it was a pity that Spirit Qi had still not existed on earth then. The environment was also unfavorable for the germination of the seeds, and as a result, the seeds either withered and died or remained dormant. If nothing unexpected happened, the seeds would have the same outcome as the giant tree on the moon, and that was a gradual death.

That was until… the arrival of the ancient greenish-bronze sword!

That was until… the falling of the fragments!

That was until… the eruption of Spirit Qi!

The effect of Spirit Qi on humans and ferocious beasts was extremely strong, and that was the case for the plants and vegetation as well. Of them, the ones that received the most impact were the seeds that were dispersed from the giant tree many years ago.

Under the nourishment of the Spirit Qi, those seeds evolved insidiously. After a series of integration and elimination, three seeds managed to emerge and survive until this day. They each possessed a Core Formation level of cultivation and were vigilant and spiteful towards each other.

Three of them! Wang Baole's pupils constricted. He wasn't sure if the giant tree on Huang Shan was the same as the one he had seen in Coulomb Basin. If it wasn't, he would have seen two of the three trees with his own eyes!

"I heard all of this from the elders from the Ancestor's Gate. Other than depending on their own cultivation to grow, another easier method for the three trees to develop would be to swallow each other. Therefore, they are extremely hostile towards each other. It was a pity that the three of them were comparable to each other in terms of capabilities, and were extremely vigilant towards each other. As a result, there was no opportunity for any swallowing to happen."

"As such, in order to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation and to swallow each other, they decided to be assimilated into a host body in order to enter the Mystic Luna Realm. Their goal… to find their parent tree!" The Federation seedling from the Galactic Dusk Sect lowered his voice as he spoke about the crucial reason behind the arrival of the three trees on the moon!

The large parent tree deep under the moon's surface had existed for so long that it had been on the brink of death for an extremely long time. Even with the arrival of the ancient greenish-bronze sword and the Spirit Qi, it was unable to rejuvenate its life. However, before it died, it managed to grow a fruit!

That fruit was the target of the parent tree's three offspring. Swallowing the fruit would allow them to achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation and reach the Nascent Soul realm!

However, to induce the parent tree to grow a fruit, nutrients were needed. One source of the nutrients were the cultivators within the Mystic Luna Realm. However, the more significant and indispensable source would be from the three giant trees themselves.

With every death of one of the three giant trees, the growth of the fruit by the parent tree would be accelerated. Once two giant trees die, the parent tree would instantly bear fruit!

The trees didn't hide this goal of theirs from the people that they were cooperating with. One of the trees collaborated with the Five Generation Sky Clan, while another collaborated with the Galactic Dusk Sect. After each reached an agreement, the two factions supported and assisted the mutant tree that they were collaborating with, and they began a battle against each other in the Mystic Luna Realm!

The tree that had blended itself within the crowd of the four Dao Colleges was the third tree. It was killed through the collaboration of the two groups of allies, consisting of the Five Generation Sky Clan and the Galactic Dusk Sect with each of their trees!

That resulted in two trees remaining of the three!

At the same time, the Five Generation Sky Clan and Galactic Dusk Sect each established numerous bases. That was the result of the endless pursuit for the parent tree that had occurred as part of the collaboration between the trees and each clan.

This particular base was still in the process of excavation. Right now, it could more or less be determined that the path that was being dug out was not leading to the main stem. Therefore, knowing that, the old lady and the other Core Formation cultivators left for another base to continue guarding it.

Towards the end of his illustration, the Federation seedling from the Galactic Dusk Sect hesitated momentarily before speaking softly again.

"According to the information that I have received, the third base of our sect is the one that would truly lead to the main stem. Its excavation has almost been completed. However, it is unclear why there are still people staying at and personnel being sent to the remaining two bases." As he concluded his sentence, he passed the location of the other two bases of his sect, as well as that of Five Generation Sky Clan that was found by the other sects, to Wang Baole, not thinking too much about it.

"That's all I have, Brother Wang. I didn't hide a single detail! I don't ask for more. I'm not worried about you regretting it and deciding to kill me after all. However, please give these True Breath disciples a chance to live. They didn't offend you in any way!" In the end, the Galactic Dusk Sect disciple sighed as he looked pitifully at the True Breath realm disciples that had fallen silent around him. It was unclear what thoughts were running through his mind, but from the surface, it could be seen that he had betrayed his sect in order to protect his fellow disciples.

Looking at the Federation seedling before him, Wang Baole was clear about his intentions and had no plans to stab him in the back. After all, the Federation seedling had cooperated fully, and even though Wang Baole was uncertain about the truth of the jade slip's contents, the location of the base of the Five Generation Sky Clan was one that Wang Baole had seen previously.

After comparing the information, he concluded that the information was still somewhat accurate. He nodded his head before turning around and charging into the distance, heading in the direction marked on the jade slip.

Seeing that Wang Baole had left, the disciples from the Galactic Dusk Sect all heaved sighs of relief. They all felt as if they had risen from the dead, and they all thanked the Federation seedling, their hearts filled with gratitude.

Lin Guizi, the Federation seedling, picked by Wang Baole, also heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at Wang Baole disappearing into the distance, he was filled with a torrent of emotions as he recalled what he had experienced in Federation City.

"This person has become completely different from us…" As he mumbled to himself, he retracted his gaze and turned his attention towards the disciples who were thanking him. He felt a sense of pride as he thought that he had handled the matter well.

Right now, Wang Baole was charging forward through the dark side of the Mystic Luna Realm. The viciousness in his eyes grew stronger. He wasn't afraid of falling into any traps, as he could always toss some Mystic Trace Beads around. And if the Mystic Trace Beads were of no use…

I'll awaken the Night Immortal King! A desire to kill flashed across Wang Baole's eyes as he picked up speed.

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Chapter 276: Return to a Familiar Place

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Be it the Galactic Dusk Sect or the Five Generation Sky Clan, Wang Baole had always taken the stance of neutrality. He wouldn't move against them if they didn't offend him. Since he had entered the Mystic Luna Realm, though, he had multiple adverse encounters with the two powers.

He had already exacted his vengeance on the Galactic Dusk Sect, with interest. He had wiped out all those who had hunted him. He was unable to kill the Core Formation realm old woman. However, she couldn't do anything to him while in the Mystic Luna Realm either. The feeling of having to watch him kill her own while helpless to stop him would only drive her into a spiraling madness.

There's another person I have to kill who's from the Galactic Dusk Sect, and that's Chen Hui! An icy glint flashed across Wang Baole's eyes. He had gotten the name of the old woman's disciple and made the connection between the two.

Zhou Fei is another! Chen Hui was nowhere to be found at the moment. Thus, Wang Baole had his eyes set on Zhou Fei. Besides, he had wiped out most of those on his list that were from the Galactic Dusk Sect but had yet to touch anyone from the Five Generation Sky Clan.

We must be fair in how we treat people and manage all affairs. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. He charged towards the Five Generation Sky Clan base at top speed, like an approaching meteor. The Moon Spirits and Eye Ghouls hidden within the forests of the dark side of the moon lowered their heads in a bow wherever they saw him.

Without any obstacle in sight, Wang Baole approached the Five Generation Sky Clan base at startling speed. He ran for two hours before suddenly, the deafening rumble of the sound barrier being broken thundered in the sky. A burst of Core Formation realm cultivation erupted, and the howling voice of an old woman resounded in the air.

"Wang…"

Before she could finish her words, Wang Baole, without even a turn of his head, flung out a handful of Mystic Trace Beads. They exploded instantly around her. Mist rolled outward in waves and blanketed everything in a rush, including the old woman who had finally caught up with Wang Baole.

"D*mn it! D*mn it! D*mn it!" The old lady raged. Her hair fell loose and disheveled over her shoulders. She had been so cautious and had controlled herself. Despite the eruption of her cultivation, she had kept her distance instead of launching a physical attack, relying instead on her Numinous Treasures. The Mystic Trace Beads were too powerful, however. Whatever they came into contact with it, be it a Numinous Treasure or a cultivator, would be teleported away instantly.

Wang Baole had flung out a big handful of them as well. Mist immediately surrounded the area. She had no way of avoiding it and could only be covered in mist and forcibly transported away a second time.

"Wang Baole, I'm going to kill you!" The old lady reappeared elsewhere, on the visible side of the moon. Her features were twisted into an ugly expression on her face, and blood lined the veins in her eyes. The feelings of frustration and powerlessness drove her howling mad. She stomped the ground heavily. The earth groaned as she burst forth in full speed and charged, with reddened eyes, towards the dark side of the moon once again.

Wang Baole simply turned his head and stared coldly at the spot where the old lady had stood. He turned around again and continued his approach towards the Five Generation Sky Clan base. Instead of slowing down, his pace increased.

From afar, he was like a long rainbow arrow, flying near the ground and dashing forward, through the forest, until he reached… the place he had previously come across… the Five Generation Sky Clan base!

The crater inside the base had grown multiple times larger than its previous size. The giant tree and the old Core Formation realm cultivator were nowhere to be seen, but more than a hundred Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators sat around the crater. They sat cross-legged around the crater as if guarding and stabilizing the area.

Most of the hundred-odd cultivators were at the True Breath realm, with thirty-odd Foundation Establishment realm cultivators amongst them. Zhou Fei was one of them. There were also seven cultivators at the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm. Every one of them was sitting cross-legged around the crater while surveying their surroundings alertly.

From time to time, loud rumblings would travel out from the large crater that they were watching over. Some form of grand ceremony seemed to be taking place within the giant crater!

Wang Baole arrived, like a piercing arrow shot from afar, whizzing past the alert eyes of the cultivators. The Foundation Establishment realm cultivators immediately sensed his arrival. They twisted their heads around and watched as Wang Baole charged out from the forest with an intense murderous air!

The reactions of the Five Generation Sky Clan cultivators were immediate. Many of the Foundation Establishment realm cultivators didn't recognize Wang Baole at first. However, this was an important base belonging to the Five Generation Sky Clan. Most of the cultivators didn't hesitate and attacked as soon as Wang Baole appeared.

"You have a death wish!" A late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, as well as three other mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivators, were nearest Wang Baole. Without hesitation, they stood and raced towards him.

"My quarrel is with Zhou Fei. Anyone else who stands in my path… dies!" Murderous intent burned in Wang Baole's eyes. His pace didn't slow down. With a wave of his right hand, the Dharmic Armament saber appeared. He gripped it tightly and, with alarming speed, sent it slashing towards the four approaching cultivators!

A black tornado blasted outwards, and the crocodile appeared. The force of the saber was astounding, its sweeping blade roaring in the air and alarming the four Foundation Establishment realm cultivators who had rushed forward to stop him. The late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator's breath stilled momentarily. With a rapid forming of hand seals, he summoned numerous Numinous Treasures as well as talismans that formed a defensive barrier. The remaining three mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivators followed suit hastily. It was clear, however, that they couldn't withstand Wang Baole's attack as well as the cultivator in the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

A deafening rumble thundered across the air. Pained cries rang out. The defenses of the three mid-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivators were useless against the gleam of the incoming blade. They shattered and disintegrated immediately. Then, the cultivators shuddered, and their bodies were ripped into pieces as screams of terror escaped their lips!

Someone's disembodied head flew in the air. Another had half his body blown up. The third, who had been the first to rush forward, disintegrated into a mist of blood… the late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator was the only one left standing. He had put everything he had into his defense and into countering the gleam of the incoming saber. After defending against the attack, his face was drained of blood and shock colored his eyes, but he still had a burst of energy left in him. He didn't fall back and, instead, charged forward with a burst of sudden speed, appearing right before Wang Baole. He prepared to strike.

"Scram!" Wang Baole wouldn't have minded fighting the late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator if time permitted it. In fact, he would have liked to test his limits. However, he had no time for that at the moment. With a wave of his left hand, he threw out a Mystic Trace Bead.

The bead exploded, and mist rolled outward in waves. The late-stage Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, who had rushed before Wang Baole and was about to attack, suddenly froze. Before he could react, he was enveloped by the mist and instantly teleported away!

Everything happened too quickly. It all took place within a blink of an eye before anyone else could react. Wang Baole had suddenly appeared, four people had tried to stop him, and then, instantly, one of them had vanished while the other three had died!

Everyone was immediately taken aback by the scene that had unfolded before them. They were overwhelmed by a sense of incredulity and disbelief. A myriad of emotions surged within them. This was especially so… for Zhou Fei!

"Wang Baole!" Zhou Fei widened his eyes. His breathing stopped. He could not believe his eyes. He had been summoned by the clan to guard the base. To prevent any accidents from occurring, they had their jade slips confiscated and were forbidden from having any external communications. He had no idea Wang Baole had survived and returned. Witnessing Wang Baole's sudden appearance and the display of his alarming power, Zhou Fei was uncontrollably overwhelmed by shock and terror!

As everyone stood, stunned, and Zhou Fei let out a gasp of shock, Wang Baole's icy stare locked onto Zhou Fei who was standing amidst the crowd.

"Zhou Fei!" Wang Baole's lips widened into a fierce grin. At that moment, he only had eyes for Zhou Fei. Wang Baole had come here with the sole purpose of killing him, so he charged murderously towards Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei's head buzzed as he retreated hastily, shouting, "This is the guy the elder spoke of, the one we're supposed to silence. Everyone, kill him. He has a Dharmic Armament with him. It's an eighth-grade Dharmic Armament!"

As soon as the words left Zhou Fei's lips, more than thirty people dashed out and charged towards Wang Baole. Terror fled from Zhou Fei's face as he witnessed the scene, and savagery started to glimmer in his eyes.

"Wang Baole, you've traveled so far just to present us with a gift!"

"Fine, since you seek your own deaths, let's see what my limits actually are!" More than thirty people charged at Wang Baole. Many of them were Foundation Establishment realm cultivators while a few were True Breath realm cultivators. Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and muttered under his breath.

"Enlightened!"

The heavens and earth seemed to quake. The skies transformed. An extreme, terrifying presence, from the deep ends of the expansive, vast universe seemed to have traveled across the universe and descended upon them. Its presence weighed down on the earth, rumbling in the skies and erupting suddenly. The swarm of cultivators who had been charging towards Wang Baole shuddered violently as alarm flashed across their faces…

As they stood, frozen and shaken to their cores, a blinding flash of light erupted from the Dharmic Armament and took the place where Wang Baole had stood. It transformed into a black crocodile brimming with aggression and violence that rushed straight at the crowd!

His hand rose, the blade fell, and heads rolled!

All of them slain!

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