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

Chapter 149 Exploring the Sacred Cliff Together

Black Emperor bravely charged forward, not taking Mo Wuji, whose cultivation was only at the first level of the Dao Palace realm, seriously.

But he seemed to have completely overlooked one question: why couldn't he see through the cultivation level of a first-level Dao Palace cultivator before Mo Wuji dispelled his strange appearance?

Facing the Black Emperor, who was ruthless and even more cunning, Mo Wuji naturally wouldn't show any mercy; he had no connection with this damned dog.

The essence of heaven and earth converged from all directions, condensing into a giant, multicolored hand that pressed down on the Black Emperor like a five-fingered mountain.

Black Emperor jumped up in fright: "Peak Dragon Transformation stage! How can this kid have such high cultivation at such a young age! Oh no!"

"Black Emperor, stop!"

Ye Fan was shouting, and he, who had wanted to be a good guy, could only awkwardly withdraw his hand and touch his nose.

Ye Fan's divine power surged, and he was ready to make a move.

The timing was too perfect. Hei Huang and Ye Hei have been hanging around for so long, how could they not know who he is?

Black King reacted instantly, "Woof! Ye Fan, you dare to use me!"

Then, in an instant, he fawned over Mo Wuji, saying, "Boy, I was fooled by this black-hearted brat. You can teach him a lesson; I'm a victim too!"

The blame was shifted quickly, but it was too late.

The powerful hand, imbued with vital energy, pressed down on Black Emperor's back like Mount Tai.

Instantly, the black dog was pinned to the ground, its limbs flat on the ground, almost flattened into a sheet of paper by the slap.

Black Emperor was in an even worse predicament than Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain. He was unable to move, and the crisp cracking sounds were endless. It was unknown how many bones in his body were broken.

Although this Black Emperor is comparable to the Prince of Wushi, his demonic body was personally forged by the Great Emperor Wushi, and his potential is limitless.

However, his current cultivation level is only similar to Ye Fan's, both being within the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

The gap between him and Mo Wuji is too great.

Therefore, although the Black Emperor struggled fiercely, he could not shake the Great Hand of Essence and Energy even slightly.

Not far away, watching the Black Emperor suffer a great loss, Li Heishui felt extremely refreshed.

Although Ye Fan did not achieve his goal and felt a little regretful, he still smiled brightly.

At this moment, he casually discussed Mo Wuji's background with Li Heishui.

The two were completely relaxed and had no intention whatsoever of helping out.

"This visitor from outside the realm was able to subdue that dead dog so easily. Could he also possess a special physique? Otherwise, an ordinary peak-level Dragon Transformation cultivator would never have been able to render this dead dog so powerless."

"Is it the body of a god-king? Or the body of light?"

Li Heishui: "When this brother appeared, his whole body was radiating purple light. Could he be a born Daoist embryo? But is there a male version of this physique?"

Ye Fan, who was almost traumatized by the Black Emperor's constant nagging about the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo, suddenly changed color and said angrily, "Brother Blackwater, don't talk nonsense!"

"I noticed this person was surrounded by endless chaotic energy; could it be the legendary physique?"

The little girl blinked her bright eyes and glanced at Mo Wuji several times before suddenly interjecting, "I think this big brother's physique is not much different from Brother Heishui's."

Xiao Nan's eyes could almost see through everything in the world, which was incredibly magical. She never made a mistake, and everyone present had experienced this firsthand.

Hearing her say this, Ye Fan and the other person were quite surprised.

Li Heishui, in particular, was incredulous: "Can a mortal body really be this strong?"

The old madman seemed to have been awakened to some memory, muttering, "I once read a record in an ancient book: an ancient emperor said that mortal bodies are the strongest physique in the world!"

Ye Fan and Li Heishui were shaken and seemed to be deep in thought.

But then the little girl said eagerly, "This big brother's belly is shiny and beautiful!"

Ye Fan and Li Heishui exchanged a glance. Their lower abdomens—wasn't that where the Sea of ​​Wheels was located?

"There's a dragon inside, like a jewel, sparkling! No, not a dragon, it's...:"

The little girl opened her adorable hands, counted them over and over several times, and then continued, "There are eighty-two dragons!"

However, the dragons that followed were different; they weren't pretty, they were terrifying!

"There's a sea there, so vast! And there's a small tree on the seabed, it looks so cold and lifeless."

Mo Wuji broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, and forgot all about reprimanding the Black Emperor.

Holy crap, lady, take it easy. If you keep going like this, you're going to expose all my secrets.

As Mo Wuji loosened his grip, the Black Emperor shouted in perfect unison, "We're going to die! We're going to die! You two, aren't you going to come and help us?!"

Upon hearing this, Li Heishui cheered Mo Wuji on, saying, "Brother, we've been wanting to get rid of this damn dog for a long time. Don't worry about us, just teach him a lesson!"

Black King roared in fury, "Woof! You two, Black Boy, and Ye Fan, I'll remember you!"

Little Yinyin, however, remained as pure and kind-hearted as ever, and pleaded for the Black Emperor: "Big brother, the big dog is Yinnan's good friend, can you please stop hitting him?"

The Black King was so moved he almost cried. "Awoo, little girl, once I'm free, I'll definitely buy you candy!"

Even the taciturn and peerless powerhouse, the old madman, spoke at length, "Young friend, you should settle your grudges as soon as possible; this place is not safe to stay any longer."

This "young friend" was naturally out of respect for Lao Tzu. After comprehending the mark left by Lao Tzu, the old madman had already made a vague judgment about the cultivation level of the old Taoist priest riding the ox.

Mo Wuji finally showed leniency and let the Black Emperor go.

Otherwise, with the Investiture of the Gods watching from the sidelines, would Mo Wuji really have killed the Black Emperor?

If we really kill this big black dog, the Wushi Zhong, who is sleeping in Zishan, might rush out to avenge it.

The bond between the Black Emperor and the Great Emperor Wushi is too deep; even his little lover is not as important as this dead dog.

However, while the death penalty may be avoided, punishment is inevitable.

With a snap of his fingers, Mo Wuji unleashed a terrifying solar fire upon the Black Emperor's body.

"This is the essence of the sun! It's even more terrifying than the true fire of the sun spewed out by the fire crows we encountered before," Li Heishui exclaimed.

Is this person really just an ordinary mortal? Ye Fan was starting to doubt it.

The intense heat of the sun quickly burned away all of the big black dog's shiny fur.

Black King is not only in pain physically, but also in excruciating pain emotionally, as he usually cherishes his fur the most.

Two thousand years ago, the Victorious Fighting Buddha was merely made a bald-tailed dog, and this big black dog has held a grudge against him ever since.

However, with Mo Wuji right in front of him, the Black Emperor weighed the strength of both sides and finally shut his mouth, refraining from uttering any curses.

However, he had already made a plan: for the next ten thousand years, he, the Black Emperor, would specifically seek trouble with this brat to avenge this deep-seated blood feud.

Even if something happens to this kid along the way, he'll still dance at his grave. Ye Fan once said something like, "Disco!" That's right, he'll dance at this kid's grave!

Black King, his body emitting smoke, staggered back, his eyes brimming with tears.

Even though I was a bald dog, it couldn't hide my handsome face, but now I've become a completely hairless dog.

"My handsome face!"

Black King's howl was heartfelt and deeply moving, but apart from Xiao Yinyin, who among those present knew the dog's temperament?

Ye Fan and the others remained unmoved, only the little girl patted the Black Emperor's shoulder and comforted him, "Big dog, don't cry."

"Besides, you were in the wrong just now, trying to take your older brother's things. You should apologize first."

Seeing that Xiao Yinyin had also abandoned him, the Black Emperor felt there was nothing left in this world worth staying for, and immediately began to beg for his soul, "Great Emperor, why didn't you take me with you!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Black Emperor, hiding behind the old madman, mustered his courage again and fired at Mo Wuji.

This damn dog really doesn't learn its lesson.

"Damn it, I've actually run into a freak who only cultivates a single secret realm! Kid, are you out of your mind?"

"What era are we living in? Still following this outdated path of cultivation? Or are you lacking the subsequent scriptures? Otherwise, you could beg me, and I might just take pity on you and bestow upon you a copy of my Black Emperor Scripture!"

This shameless person is like a pile of dung; Mo Wuji has no desire to get involved with him.

Mo Wuji didn't even glance at the Black Emperor, and said to the old madman, "Senior, I didn't mean to offend you just now."

The old madman was very magnanimous; he clearly didn't think that disciplining the big black dog had anything to do with offending him.

Meanwhile, Black King also shifted his target.

The reason is simple: Ye Fan and Li Heishui were talking about the Black Emperor cricket behind their backs, which he overheard.

"This damn dog finally got what it deserves?"

"Look at how heartbroken this dead dog is! I should have found a chance to set fire to his place and burn his fur to avenge my brother Tu Fei!"

Hmph, if I, the Black Emperor, can't bite Mo Wuji, can't I bite the two of you?

This sacred cliff is covered with the killing formations carved by the Great Emperor Wushi; one wrong step will lead to eternal damnation.

Ye Fan and Li Heishui were forced to fight the Black Emperor in place, which hampered their movement and caused them to suffer a great loss.

The big black dog left several deep, bone-revealing teeth marks on my body.

"Shut up, you damn dog! You're only good at bullying your own kind!"

"Woof, apologize!"

After what was already a common occurrence of playful fighting, Ye Fan still used the divine spring liquid that the Black Emperor had brought from the desolate ancient forbidden land to heal his injuries.

After a loud bang, the big black dog with the tumor on its leg was fully recovered.

However, the hair wouldn't grow back anytime soon, as Mo Wuji had already infused his own will into that wisp of solar essence fire, and it could only be worn away slowly over time.

Or perhaps a wise and powerful predecessor was willing to step in and erase the traces of Dao left by Mo Wuji.

However, only the old madman present had this ability, and he was clearly not that bored.

Meanwhile, while the two men and their dog were fighting, Mo Wuji took the opportunity to ask the old madman for a farewell.

Now that they were halfway up the Sacred Cliff, Mo Wuji knew what was on the cliff, but why should Ye Fan and the others, who were not related to him, share this opportunity with him?

Moreover, for Mo Wuji, his life was more important.

Xing Zimi lies here, it won't run away before the darkness and turmoil, and it still has plenty of time to plan.

But if Mo Wuji wanted to leave, Ye Fan wouldn't just watch his hope of going home slip away.

In the original story, Ye Fan went through countless life-or-death crises in order to return to Earth.

"Brother, since we've met, it must be fate. Why don't we travel together? There's a tremendous opportunity here—the Nine Secrets of Taoism. Have you heard of them?"

Ye Fan really went to great lengths to get home.

The Black Emperor also remembered his deep-seated hatred for Mo Wuji.

No, I can't let this kid get away, or who will I get my revenge on?

"Boy, you think you can leave? Don't you even know where you are? Without my guidance, do you think you can get out? You'd better offer up the sacred weapon right now and beg for my forgiveness, otherwise, hehe..."

Ye Fan waved his golden palm and slapped the Black Emperor's dog head into the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, please ignore this dead dog. I sincerely wish to be your friend. If you wish to leave this place, I will immediately draw up a route down the mountain and will not hinder your departure."

"However, this place is indeed fraught with danger. We may not have explored everything on our way here. If you are traveling alone, you may encounter unexpected events."

"On the contrary, if you are willing to travel with us, I will not hide it from you. This old madman is an ancient sage. Your safety is guaranteed by following him. I hope you will think it over carefully."

Mo Wuji fell into deep thought. Although the Black Emperor's words were harsh, they were the truth.

Leaving aside the others who were frightened into hiding because of the old madman's existence.

Wouldn't this killing formation, personally set up by the Great Emperor Wushi, change? If one takes a wrong step, even ten or eight more sacred weapons wouldn't be enough to withstand it!

Moreover, what if we go down the mountain now and encounter the Immortal Taoist from the original story?

This is an extremely ominous and terrifying creature!

Mo Wuji had only just remembered that there was such a roadblock on his way down the mountain, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Immortal Taoist would not let him go.

A great emperor-level figure, who should have been able to roam the world freely, was suppressed by the Great Emperor Wushi under the Undying Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. Just how much hatred did he accumulate in his heart?

To what extent has it become distorted?

What kind of desire do they have to escape their predicament?

It's truly unimaginable.

Therefore, even if there is only the slightest chance of escaping, the Immortal Daoist would not give up trying, and he has the means to do so.

At that time, I might end up like Li Xiaoman when facing the Crocodile Ancestor.

He was possessed by a wisp of his primordial spirit and turned into a puppet, neither human nor ghost.

The thought of such an outcome is chilling.

Mo Wuji clasped his hands in thanks, "Then I thank this fellow Daoist for his kindness. I am Mo Wuji."

Ye Fan returned the greeting, "I am Ye Fan, welcome Brother Mo to join us."

After exchanging names with Li Heishui and Xiao Yinyin, and seeing that the burly old madman didn't object, Mo Wuji was officially considered to have joined the team.

As for the Black Emperor?

If they could, none of the people present, except for Xiao Yinyin, would want to pay any attention to this dead dog.

Therefore, although he kept expressing his opposition, he could not change the fact that Ye Fan and the others decided to accept Mo Wuji.

After exchanging names with Ye Fan and the others, Mo Wuji remained cautious and did not reveal much about his background during the subsequent casual conversation.

Although the people present in the original work were loyal to their acquaintances, this is a real world, and what if there are deviations?

When you're traveling and in an unfamiliar place, it's best to be cautious.

But little do they know that a name can be used to create a lot of trouble in the eyes of some malicious individuals.

Just like Black King, this big black dog known for its despicable and shameless nature, its eyes were rolling around, clearly harboring ill intentions.

Having already harbored a grudge against Mo Wuji, the Black Emperor began to plot how to avenge that blood feud.