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

After leaving the market, Mo Wuji hid during the day and went out at night, carefully avoiding places rich in the essence of heaven and earth along the way.

After traveling for more than ten days, we finally saw a huge island in the distance, which was Poseidon Island.

This island is said to be a remnant of a deity in the North Sea, and is currently occupied by an eternally powerful religion.

The entire Poseidon Island is too vast. Although it is nominally an island, it is much larger than the World Island in my previous life.

The cultivators who ruled Seagod Island could not attend to every detail, so the edges of Seagod Island were left to be inhabited by mortals.

Mo Wuji was born in such a fishing village.

Upon seeing the familiar scenery in the distance, Mo Wuji descended from the clouds and walked into the village.

He met a fellow villager on the road, who exclaimed, "You are... Fatty Mo? You're still alive!"

The familiar local accent brought a knowing smile to Mo Wuji's face.

Da Pang was Mo Wuji's nickname. As a child, he ate a lot and was mature in his thinking, unlike a real child who was very active, which made him much bigger than other children his age.

Gradually, the villagers started calling him "Big Fatty," and over time, probably very few people still remember his real name.

"Second Grandfather, Eldest Uncle, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, Cousin... I'm back."

Mo Wuji greeted them; since they were from the same village, they could all be related in some way.

"Your parents?"

Mo Wuji was able to face the matter more calmly. "I'm leaving."

"Please accept my condolences, my dear child. They would be comforted to see you like this now."

Although Mo Wuji did not reveal his identity as a cultivator, his extravagant attire in this impoverished fishing village was enough to make him look like he was returning home in glory.

As he got closer to his home, Mo Wuji couldn't help but quicken his pace.

But when a familiar old house came into view, Mo Wuji couldn't help but tremble and his eyes reddened.

The simple wooden door had long since turned black, the earthen courtyard wall had a large hole in it, and weeds grew rampant under the eaves.

It was a desolate scene, utterly dilapidated.

This caused ripples to constantly appear in Mo Wuji's calm and composed mind.

Thinking of his parents, who had given him the chance to live while he perished at sea, Mo Wuji was overcome with grief that could not be severed.

Mo Wuji took out his parents' old clothes from the old house and built a cenotaph for them.

After three loud bangs, when Mo Wuji looked up again, he found that the world had suddenly changed.

He didn't know when he arrived in a hazy, dreamlike space that seemed to have no up or down, no square or rectangular shape.

Mo Wuji tried every possible method, but found that he still couldn't leave this space.

In the very next instant, a flash of inspiration struck Mo Wuji's spiritual platform, shattering some ineffable barrier of perception.

This is... a disaster of being lost?

Outside, Mo Wuji, sitting cross-legged in front of the two new graves, radiated divine light, sparkling and dazzling, piercing the night.

"This is the direction of the Mo family's house! I heard that Fatty Mo came back today. What happened?"

The villagers climbed over the wall and then witnessed Mo Wuji descending to earth like a god.

He was merely sitting there, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire universe.

Boundless precious light emanated from him, like a deity descending to earth, transforming the surroundings into a pure land.

Bathed in boundless divine light, the villagers felt as if they had been baptized. "Big Fatty is about to become an immortal!"

"Shut up, keep quiet, don't disturb the Great... Immortal Mo!"

The village chief quickly organized a group of able-bodied men to guard outside the Mo family's old house.

Mo Wuji possessed a steadfast Dao heart, a powerful primordial spirit, and, more importantly, the extraordinary experience of time travel gave him a clear understanding of the path ahead.

In just three days, Mo Wuji easily overcame the calamity of being lost and broke through to the Other Shore Realm.

In an instant, Mo Wuji's radiance reached a new level. This time, it was no longer just an empty shell; Mo Wuji was truly undergoing a baptism from the inside out.

He passed the test of life and death, saw through the danger of being lost, his "instinct" was baptized, his consciousness rushed out like a bolt of lightning, and the range of his perception became wider and wider. His body and mind seemed to have been tempered.

The divine bridge was incredibly dazzling. Mo Wuji used the divine bridge to cross the vast and boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness and arrived at its end.

With each step, one enters a pure land, where rays of light shine in all directions, auspicious clouds swirl and gather.

High in the sky, Mo Wuji vaguely saw a huge Taoist palace, but it vanished in an instant, as if it were just an illusion.

【The Secret Realm of Wheel and Sea (７／９９９９９９)】

Mo Wuji got up and silently felt the changes in his body. His joints cracked, his mind became clear, and his physical body and primordial spirit were transforming together. Was this the other shore?

More importantly, his divine power surged, and combined with the boost from his stats, even if he encountered another Dao Palace Realm cultivator...

Well, it's best to avoid running into them.

Isn't it satisfying to dominate weaker opponents? Why do you have to actively challenge yourself with high difficulty levels?

My gaze swept over the food and water scattered on the floor in the corner. Although it was just some simple food and drink, it was thoughtful!

At noon that day, every household in the small fishing village generously donated their own money, bringing out all sorts of delicacies that they usually couldn't bear to eat, to host a grand welcoming banquet for Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji didn't eat much. His relatives weren't wealthy either, and they rarely had the chance to eat meat throughout the year.

The old man sitting at the head of the table changed his address several times: "Mo Da, Wuji, no, Immortal Mo, I..."

"Second Grandpa, you can just call me Fatty."

"No, that won't do. I'll just call you Wuji."

"Wuji, do you still remember the waters where you used to go fishing when you were a child?"

"Of course I remember."

That area of ​​water was originally the village's public fishing ground, which produced decent catches and was an important source of income for the villagers.

But a few days ago, a clam demon appeared out of nowhere and caused trouble, and several boats in the village have already gone down without ever returning.

Mo Wuji understood immediately. They wanted him to exorcise the demon, but the village was too poor to offer any reward, so they couldn't bring themselves to ask.

They're all from the same village, so Mo Wuji shouldn't be so concerned about such things.

But for the sake of his own life, Mo Wuji still asked about the strength of the clam demon.

Putting aside the exaggerated descriptions made by the villagers due to their lack of knowledge, after all, Mo Wuji breaking through the Other Shore a few days ago was described by them as him becoming an immortal.

Mo Wuji judged that the clam demon's strength should not exceed that of the Sea of ​​Wheels Secret Realm, which is why he agreed to the matter.

"Don't worry, Second Grandfather, this is a small matter for me."

Mo Wuji drank a cup of homemade rice wine from the villagers in one gulp.

"Good, good! Wuji, you've really made something of yourself."

Having secretly left behind all the remaining small jade bottles, Mo Wuji transformed into a rainbow and departed.

The journey ahead is long and arduous; when we meet again, things may have changed beyond recognition.

After leaving the small fishing village and flying south for twenty or thirty miles, Mo Wuji, with his rapidly increasing divine sense, discovered the clam demon hidden beneath the water's surface.

This clam demon was over ten zhang long and nearly ten zhang wide. Its shell was dazzling and exceptionally beautiful. Even Mo Wuji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw it.

However, the aura emanating from this clam demon was indeed only at the level of the Divine Bridge Realm.

There were shipwrecks all around the clam demon, but no remains of the fishermen who had fallen into the water, presumably eaten by the clam demon.

Monsters eat people! This is outrageous!

Therefore, Mo Wuji killed him without saying a word.

A small purple sword burst out of Mo Wuji's sea of ​​suffering, growing larger with the wind and instantly transforming into a giant sword three zhang long.

This is a divine weapon forged from purple iron, its entire blade shrouded in a purple aura.

It was also the last spiritual weapon that Mo Wuji seized from the disciples of Luoxia Palace.

The purple greatsword slashed down with force, and with just one strike, the clam demon was severely injured by Mo Wuji.