Covering the Sky: Becoming an Emperor Through Sole Cultivation of the Sea of ​​Wheels

The next day, the old man's family went about their farming and fishing, leaving only the disabled Mo Wuji at home to recover from his injuries.

Of course, all of this was an act by Mo Wuji. Although he was still recovering from serious injuries, he was not to the point of being unable to move.

After the old man and his family left, Mo Wuji left behind a dozen or so small jade bottles containing spirit fish balls as a token of his gratitude, and then rode away from the small fishing village on a rainbow-colored light.

These small jade bottles might not even be picked up if they fell on the ground in the cultivation world.

However, the material used was actually top-quality mutton fat jade. If nothing unexpected happened, it would probably be enough for the old man's family to live a wealthy life for several decades in ordinary times.

The trouble he was in was considerable. Conflicts between cultivators were far too dangerous for ordinary people. If he got involved, not only his family, but the entire fishing village might suffer.

In the evening, the old man and his family returned home and looked at the dozen or so jade vases on the dining table. No one spoke for a long time.

We've run into a celestial being in our family!

Only the old man's granddaughter said with a regretful look, "I knew it, how could such a handsome young man be an ordinary person?"

This is a very large island, densely populated, with several cities built by ordinary people.

Mo Wuji once soared into the sky, only to find that there was no end in sight.

After flying for half a day, Mo Wuji found a deserted mountain to settle down in.

A cave was carved out on the cliff of Chaoyang Mountain, and Mo Wuji made it his home.

When hungry, they gather mountain delicacies; when thirsty, they drink from mountain springs and morning dew, living in complete isolation from the outside world.

A month has passed, and by absorbing the life essence from the source, Mo Wuji's injuries have healed quickly and he is now fully recovered.

Two more months passed, and Mo Wuji completely used up the source blocks he had mined from the Stone Island.

This also allowed Mo Wuji's cultivation to reach the peak of the Divine Bridge. Above the sea of ​​bitterness where life essence surged, a divine bridge spanned the sky, with golden divine patterns swirling around it, incomparably dazzling and crystalline, like a purple-gold beam spanning the sea.

This divine bridge is incredibly thick, seemingly just one step away from connecting to some unknown place.

【The Secret Realm of Wheel and Sea (６／９９９９９９)】

It's a pity that I was just one step away from breaking through to the other shore realm.

Wasting time in the deep mountains is pointless; Mo Wuji casually steps into the mortal world.

Having lived in the mountains for three months, Mo Wuji was now dressed no differently from a wild man. After descending the mountain, he first found a respectable family and took a set of clothes, leaving behind a jade bottle.

After changing into neat clothes, a handsome young man appeared in the world.

To be fair, Li Tian's judgment was spot on. Mo Wuji's change of clothes truly lived up to his identity as a successor of the Path of Human Desire.

After spending half a month mingling in the human world, Mo Wuji accidentally learned that there was a Qianyuan Peak on the edge of Qianyuan City on this sand island.

This peak is exceptionally tall, and its summit is shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, as if immortals often appear there.

With a sudden thought, Mo Wuji asked for the location of Qianyuan City and immediately transformed into a rainbow and flew away.

Upon arriving outside Qian Yuan Peak, Mo Wuji discovered that the mountain was indeed engraved with some simple Dao patterns, which seemed to be the source of the ever-present swirling clouds.

Mo Wuji didn't just blindly rush into Qian Yuan Peak.

Instead, they created opportunities to encounter cultivators who came to Qianyuan Peak, conducted preliminary investigations, and made numerous inquiries.

In the end, Mo Wuji confirmed that Qian Yuan Peak was not a force under the command of Luo Xia Palace.

This mountain peak doesn't even belong to any major power; it's a simple market town built by independent cultivators to facilitate the exchange of resources.

But Mo Wuji still felt uneasy, and only after changing his appearance did he finally step into the market town at the top of Qianyuan Peak.

As soon as Mo Wuji stepped into the market, he saw the wanted poster for himself issued by Luoxia Palace on the bulletin board behind the gate.

This made Mo Wuji extremely relieved; being cautious and careful had indeed proven to be a wise move.

The wanted poster was made of a special kind of marine animal skin. Although it was posted three months ago, it was still as clean as new, with the text and patterns shining brightly without a single stain.

The gist of the wanted notice is: The Luoxia Palace has discovered a new successor of the Human Desire Path. This notice is hereby issued to the world so that all righteous people may hear of it and urge all righteous people to kill this person as soon as possible.

Below is a portrait of Mo Wuji, a simple sketch with just a few strokes, yet remarkably lifelike.

It's not just Mo Wuji's appearance, but even his spirit seems to be imprinted on it; the painter must be a master of this art.

Looking at the portrait, Mo Wuji felt as if he were looking in a mirror.

At this moment, a large number of people gathered under the bulletin board, discussing news related to human desires.

Several months have passed, and the topic is still so popular. Mo Wuji secretly felt that something was wrong.

Some people gloated, "I heard that Li Tian has completely disappeared. The Holy Son of Luoxia Palace has been cuckolded for nothing this time."

Some people looked worried. "Such a big operation and they still couldn't take down that lecherous thief? Is the path of human desire about to be rekindled? This will be a great disaster, and countless fairies and goddesses that cultivators can only dream of will suffer."

Some people were filled with righteous indignation: "Gentlemen, it is everyone's responsibility to eradicate human desires!"

"This successor of the Human Desire Path named Mo Wuji is said to be only at the Divine Bridge Realm, similar to our own level. Is there anyone willing to join me on a sea voyage to search for his whereabouts?"

Hearing this, Mo Wuji was speechless for a moment.

Seriously? Did I offend you guys? You're forming a team to hunt me down? And the Sunset Palace didn't even offer a clear bounty.

There isn't even a pound of rice available. Are there really so many fools who bring their own dry food?

Then Mo Wuji witnessed it firsthand; not only were there many, but there were quite a few of them, a veritable gathering of followers.

"I!"

Count me in.

"For the sake of the fairies and goddesses' innocence, charge!"

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly. Now he had truly become a rat crossing the street. It seemed he could no longer stay in Beihai.

The idea of ​​running away instantly formed in Mo Wuji's mind; a tree dies when transplanted, but a person thrives.

But if given the choice, who would willingly leave their homeland? Mo Wuji simply wanted to find a peaceful environment to cultivate his spiritual practice.

It's all that bastard Li Tian's fault! Why did he have to go and provoke the Holy Maiden of Luoxia Palace? And if he did provoke her, fine, but he should take responsibility for it himself.

Sigh, I wonder how Elder Lei is doing. I hope he can escape this calamity.

Mo Wuji was now in dire straits, barely able to save himself, and had no way to help the old man who had always cared for him.

Mo Wuji cherished the peaceful moment and strolled around the market.

Divine weapons and spiritual materials were casually displayed on the street, a dazzling array, but unfortunately Mo Wuji was penniless and couldn't even take out a single pound of source material.

During his stroll, Mo Wuji happened to glance at a map and discovered that this island was less than 10,000 miles away from Poseidon Island.

Poseidon Island was where Mo Wuji was born and raised in this life.

Mo Wuji was filled with sorrow and decided to go home before embarking on his long journey.

After all, who knows how many years it will be before I return to Beihai again.

Perhaps, we'll never be able to come back.

Time, like a knife, cuts down the proud and arrogant; on the path to immortality, one can only sigh at the alluring and en

On the path to immortality, countless heroes have been buried in foreign lands, their dust returning to dust.

Mo Wuji was not sure if he could dominate the upcoming golden age and reach the pinnacle.

Perhaps at any moment an infinitely large hand will strike down and crush you like an ant.