Practice begins with immortality

Nearly two hundred years have passed since Wang Bo left the South Sea. Today, the South Sea has gradually regained its former vitality and vigor, and those monks who had evacuated have begun to return.

Over a stretch of water near the border of the South China Sea, two figures lingered. They were clad in white robes, emitting a bone-chilling chill that sent shivers down their spines. Looking at their realms, they were both late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!

One of them looked anxious. "Brother, we've been searching for him here for months, but we still haven't found him. Could he have really gotten away?"

The other man remained calm and soothed, "Don't worry, Junior Brother. I've already set up a tight net here, and I've dispatched numerous disciples to search everywhere. Even if that person is exceptionally skilled, he won't be able to escape our grasp."

Hearing this, the junior fellow beside him felt relieved, but still asked nervously: "Senior brother, but that person's methods are too strange, will he escape?"

"Hmph, don't worry!" The senior brother replied confidently, "Not to mention the dragnet we've laid here, my methods alone are enough to trap him."

"Oh? Senior brother, do you have any other backup plan?" asked the younger brother curiously.

"Yes, I have left a special mark in that person's body. No matter where he escapes, I can sense him." The senior brother smiled proudly, "So, all we have to do is wait patiently."

"Great! This way, we will be safe." The junior brother said excitedly, with greed flashing in his eyes.

However, at this moment, the two suddenly felt a heavy pressure enveloping their bodies, as if a mountain was pressing on their backs, making them unable to move at all.

"Who? How dare you attack us!" The senior brother widened his eyes in horror and tried to break free from the restraints, but to no avail.

"Little things, what are you doing?" A cold voice sounded, and then a figure appeared in front of the two.

The visitor was wearing a black robe, had a stern face, and exuded a powerful aura.

Upon seeing this person, the elder and younger brothers' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly said respectfully, "Senior...Senior, we are cultivators from the Xuanming Ice Palace in Beiyuan Continent. We came to the South Sea to capture a thief."

"Xuanming Ice Palace?" The black-robed man frowned slightly, as if remembering something. "It seems to be the God Transformation Force in Beiyuan Continent. I've even met your ancestor."

"So it's you, Senior!" The senior brother was surprised and delighted, and quickly introduced himself, "I am an elder of the Xuanming Ice Palace. I am honored to meet you today. It is truly a great honor!"

"May I ask what your title is, Senior?"

"Use your usual name, this is the Pure World Venerable."

The man in black robe, Wang Bai, said in a cold tone.

"It's actually this person," the two of them groaned inwardly. This person was well-known in the world of immortal cultivation for his excessive killing.

"Why did you come to the South China Sea?"

"Replying to you, senior, we are hunting down a thief who stole a treasure from the palace." The two answered cautiously, fearing that Wang Bo would kill them if he got in a bad mood.

"Thief?" Wang Bai frowned and said, "Haha, what kind of thief can steal from the God Transformation Force?"

"It's obvious that you two are greedy for money and want to kill people to steal the treasure!"

"Senior... Senior, we two know we were wrong. We will leave now. Please, for the sake of our ancestor, please forgive us!"

"roll!"

After saying this, the man in black robe disappeared instantly.

Looking at the disappearing figure of the man in black robe, the senior and junior brothers breathed a sigh of relief and secretly felt relieved.

Then, the two of them left immediately without looking back.

On a nearby island, Wang Bai was seen standing in mid-air, speaking to the island, "Fellow Daoist, please come out and have a chat."

Soon, a voice floated out from the island: "I don't deserve it. I am just a pseudo-god."

Then, a young man flew out from the island and came to Wang Bo. However, although he looked young, his voice sounded unusually old.

The people who came were Xiao Miao and Tian Xuanzi.

Wang Bai said politely, "You are too modest, my friend. As long as you have a suitable body, you can break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage immediately."

Tian Xuanzi asked, "I wonder what your name is?"

Wang Bo replied, "People outside call me the Pure Land Master."

Then, a ball of dazzling white light flew out from the young man's body, and in the center of the white light was a strange branch.

Wang Bai's eyes were sharp, and he saw the origin of the branch at a glance: "So that's it, it's actually a branch of the Soul-Nourishing Tree."

"My name is Tianxuanzi. I wonder why fellow Daoist Jingshi has come to the South China Sea? You should know that once a Divine Transformation cultivator enters the South China Sea..."

"Of course I understand. To be honest, I came here just to kill that giant whale!"