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

Chapter 152 Recalling the Purple-Gold Gourd?

The Immortal Taoist's question was filled with hatred.

He must have suffered quite a bit when facing Lao Tzu two thousand years ago, since the Scripture of Salvation was not a rare find on the ancient planet.

"Clang!"

The Dao diagram that the old madman had transformed into suddenly trembled and emitted a resounding clang, like a peerless divine weapon revealing its sharpness.

The killing intent emanating from the Immortal Taoist was completely extinguished.

"You finally couldn't hold back anymore," the old madman said in a deep voice.

The Immortal Daoist's expression turned cold. He stopped pretending. How could these ants be worthy of speaking to him?

The Immortal Daoist used his hand as a blade and slashed down into the void. No unusual phenomena appeared, nor did he display any power.

Unlike in the original story, this time the Immortal Taoist no longer intended to capture the people, but rather to kill them.

Therefore, he naturally had to consider avoiding interference from the Investiture of the Gods when making his moves.

The Immortal Taoist's move may seem ordinary, like a gentle breeze, without any danger, but in reality, it is extremely terrifying!

His strike did not sever the physical bodies of Mo Wuji and the others, but their very souls.

In a daze, everyone in Mo Wuji's group except Xiao Yinnan saw a celestial phoenix flapping its wings, and a five-colored heavenly blade cleaving through the world, falling down unstoppably.

Each of them seemed to be on the guillotine, their death imminent.

Before the blade had even fully landed, Mo Wuji and the others felt as if their primordial spirits were being torn apart.

The old madman grunted, exited the state of transforming into a Dao diagram, turned back into human form, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, suffering a Dao injury.

This strike targets the mind; whether one's cultivation level is higher or lower, it doesn't really make a difference.

The old madman harbored deep regrets and hatred, and his years of madness had left his heart riddled with holes.

However, the old madman's talent should not be underestimated, as he was able to cultivate to the level of a sage king during a time of great hardship.

He swung the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, and in an instant, the sun and moon lost their light, and the stars shifted. The old madman's fist was terrifying to the extreme.

The old madman, with his unstoppable and invincible fist intent, suppressed the mind and shattered the shackles within.

If he can survive this ordeal, it will be an immeasurable benefit for the old madman.

Black Emperor: "Great Emperor, don't abandon me!"

Ye Fan: "Father, Mother, let's go home! I want to go home!"

Li Heishui: "Hehe, Holy Maiden! Divine Source!"

Ye Fan and the others also fell into obsession, their bodies began to crack, and they collapsed to the ground, their minds on the verge of collapse, and they could perish at any moment under the Undying Daoist's Spirit-Slaying Blade.

The little girl shook Ye Fan's body, almost crying anxiously, "Big brother, wake up! What happened to everyone?"

"Grandpa, we are all good people, please let the older brother and the others go! I can give you all my treasures."

On the contrary, Mo Wuji, having experienced the baptism of all kinds of desires contained in the Heavenly Desire Stone, was able to barely remain clear-headed while others were captivated by it. He tried his best to maintain a clear and tranquil mind.

At this moment, the Immortal Daoist was caught in a state of shock and uncertainty because of the freak Xiao Yinyin, giving Mo Wuji and the others a chance to catch their breath.

The little girl was able to ignore his attack. The Immortal Daoist opened his Dharma Eye and looked at the little girl. It seemed that the myriad paths of the universe were flowing in his eyes.

"Eh, who are you, fellow Daoist?"

"Show yourself at once! Don't joke with this humble Taoist!"

The Immortal Taoist was terrified, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, and he dared not take another step forward.

The Heavenly Blade of Spirit Slaying hung high, yet it did not fall for a long time.

The situation was temporarily deadlocked, but Mo Wuji knew that this state could not continue. It wouldn't be long before the Immortal Daoist would realize that Xiao Yinyin was just a Dao Fruit, possessing a position but no combat power.

Where is the Investiture of the Gods? Please save it! The Black Emperor is almost completely dead.

Mo Wuji was in immense agony. No, he couldn't place his hopes on others! Mountains crumble, and people run away.

God helps those who help themselves!

Mo Wuji pondered his treasures, wondering if there was anything he could use in this situation.

Mo Wuji was so anxious he was practically on fire!

Got it!

A palace burst forth from Mo Wuji's sea of ​​suffering, and an ancient aura emanated from it, hazy and indistinct, as if in the clouds or in another world.

The entire ancient palace possesses extremely powerful solar holy power, and from the myriad golden rays, an aura that has suppressed eternity flows out.

A flicker of surprise flashed in the Immortal Daoist's eyes again. "This is...that person's palace?"

Mo Wuji let out a long sigh of relief, while the Undying Daoist, after a moment of surprise, burst into laughter.

"Do you think this will save you?"

"In the end, this is just a temporary palace. It has no offensive or defensive capabilities. Even if it were to be looted and used to smash people, it would probably be no match for a holy weapon."

"Even if an undamaged imperial weapon were here, what would I have to fear!"

But at that moment, the Investiture of the Gods on the mountainside shone brightly, bursting forth with a golden glow, which abruptly stopped the Immortal Taoist's long laughter.

Indeed, this palace has no offensive or defensive capabilities, but it possesses the aura of the Sun Emperor.

How can I allow someone else to snore beside my bed?

Since ancient times, emperors and sovereigns have never met.

They were all figures who suppressed an era and were the only ones who mattered. In addition, they were invincible in their time. Who wouldn't feel lonely?

Therefore, if emperors meet, they will be eager to compete and will inevitably have to determine who is superior.

Moreover, the Great Emperor Wushi is a character who has swept through everything in his path. Didn't you see that the ruthless man only left a mark under the Enlightenment Tea Tree, and he still wanted to test his skills against him?

Therefore, when the aura belonging to the Sun Emperor appeared in the world, how could the Investiture of the Gods remain indifferent?

Even the killing formation set up by the Great Emperor Wushi was activated at the same time.

Then, sensing the aura of the Immortal Daoist, the golden hand that had been striking down changed direction.

Discussions can take place anytime, but one's primary duties cannot be neglected.

The Immortal Taoist knew something was wrong.

"boom!"

The golden hand struck the Undying Taoist, causing him to stumble and fall on the spot.

"You little brat, Wushi!" The Immortal Daoist got up, staring at the golden glow in the void with a ferocious expression.

"Bang!"

The golden hand pressed down again, slamming the Undying Taoist to the ground with a "bang."

"I hate it!" the Immortal Taoist roared, forming hand seals and striking towards the sky.

"Thump!"

The giant hand didn't change anything; it pressed down, slapped him away, and then slammed him into the mountainside, cracking his body.

As the Investiture of the Gods erupted in chaos, the supreme power of the Great Emperor Wushi swept out, immediately breaking through the Undying Daoist's killing move, allowing Ye Fan and the others to break free.

As if waking from a dream.

"What... happened to me just now?"

Seeing the Undying Daoist being brutally ravaged by the golden light, Ye Fan and the others felt that they had missed something.

Black Emperor: "It must be that the Great Emperor Wushi had a compassionate heart. Seeing that we were in trouble, he sent out the Investiture of the Gods and the killing formation to rescue us. You should be grateful!"

The old madman and the little girl exchanged a glance, and both of them laughed.

Seeing that the Undying Daoist was powerless against the golden light, Li Heishui shouted, "Suppress him, and perhaps we can obtain two complete Nine Secrets!"

At this moment, the Immortal Daoist also chimed in, "The Nine Secrets can never be unified, so these two will perish with me!"

He wanted to incite the greed in everyone's hearts to gain a sliver of hope for escape.

But the old madman and the others had already witnessed the terror of this immortal Taoist, and were still in a state of lingering fear. Who would dare to make a move?

Besides, even if Mo Wuji and the others wanted to intervene before the Investiture of the Gods, they were powerless to do so.

Even though the Immortal Daoist was only a wisp of primordial spirit, he was still an incredibly terrifying being. However, at this moment, he was helpless, as the Investiture of the Gods was suppressing him relentlessly.

At the same time, the Boundless Killing Array was successfully activated. Golden rays of light intertwined to form a large net, which then caught the Undying Daoist like a fishnet, dragging him into the mountain's belly and making him disappear.

The dignified, immortal Emperor of faith was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Seeing that the golden hand showed no signs of dissipating, but instead turned and pressed down on them.

Mo Wuji quickly put away the Holy Emperor's Palace. If it caused a clash between emperors, the scene would probably be no less than the destruction of the world.

Let alone a few small fry like myself, even an old madman would probably have a hard time escaping unscathed.

Fortunately, it turned out to be a false alarm.

At this moment, Ye Fan and the others finally noticed that there was another aura present that was in no way inferior to that of the Undying Daoist or even the Investiture of the Gods.

Upon witnessing the invincible divine power of the Great Emperor Wushi once again, the Black Emperor, feeling that he had someone backing him up, started to tremble again.

"Woof, kid, what was that on your head just now? I couldn't see it clearly. Let me see it, and I'll forgive your previous offense."

"This is an incredible bargain, you should really think about it."

Black King stuck out a bright red tongue, and its dog eyes gleamed with a thieving, burning light.

That's so disgusting! A perfectly good dog, turned into a mangy scoundrel.

Fortunately, although my ox is incorrigible, it hasn't degenerated to this extent, otherwise I would really be too ashamed to show my face.

I really don't know how the Great Emperor Wushi raised his dogs.

Mo Wuji: "You damned dog, I just saved your life!"

The Black Emperor said matter-of-factly, "It was the Great Emperor Wushi who saved me. Don't try to claim credit for what is rightfully yours."

At this moment, after whispering with Xiao Yinnan, Ye Fan had figured out what had just happened.

He stepped forward, pressed down on the Black Queen's dog head, and said, "Brother Mo, thank you for what happened earlier."

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Mo Wuji reciprocated, saying frankly, "I was also doing this to protect myself."

For a time, apart from the dead dog Black King, everyone was having a good time.

The old madman led the group out of the sacred cliff. This time everything went smoothly, and they encountered no further obstacles.

However, this seemingly smooth sailing was predicated on the need for a sage to guide the way, as well as the Black Emperor's offering of a corner of the Boundless Array Pattern for reference.

Otherwise, this sacred cliff would truly be a place fraught with danger at every turn, extremely perilous.

Two hours later, Mo Wuji and his group finally left the area where Sacred Cliff was located.

The old madman didn't say anything. He looked at Mo Wuji and the others, then nodded and walked away without looking back, thus bidding them farewell.

After the old madman left, Mo Wuji also bid farewell to Ye Fan and his group.

He also has his own things to do and doesn't have time to mess around with Ye Fan. More importantly, Ye Fan seems to be a walking troublemaker these days.

Enemies are everywhere in the Eastern Wilderness.

"Gentlemen, farewell for now, until we meet again!"

Ye Fan desperately wanted to keep Mo Wuji and inquire about methods to traverse the starry sky, but he couldn't come up with any decent excuse.

Looking back on their journey to Sacred Cliff, although Mo Wuji obtained the supreme secret technique of the Word of Travel with them, he also turned the tide on several occasions.

It's impossible to determine who benefited.

Ye Fan had no idea that their trip to Sacred Cliff had been fraught with danger but ultimately safe.

The dragon of the Divine Bridge manifested, and Mo Wuji rode the dragon away. Purple aura rose from the east in the sky, and he walked on the earth like a saint, exuding extraordinary elegance.

After leaving the Sacred Cliff, Mo Wuji flew for a short while before he came across a strange city.

Its city walls are only twelve zhang high, not much more magnificent than ordinary cities. The walls are dark red, stained with blood from countless battles throughout history.

However, it is undoubtedly the number one city in the central region of the Eastern Wilderness, possessing an immortal legend, famous throughout the six directions and eight wastelands, and with a great history.

This place is extremely important. It's not far from the Immortal Mountain, nor is it very far from the Sacred Cliff. It's an ancient city that faced a forbidden zone of life during a turbulent era.

Throughout history, this place has been the primary battlefield during periods of darkness and turmoil, where countless moving and heroic stories have unfolded.

The Western Queen Mother has appeared and disappeared, the Great Accomplished Holy Body has come, the Void Emperor has been in charge, and the Beginningless Emperor has descended—these represent one after another heroes who suppressed an era.

Mo Wuji dispersed the dragon of the Divine Bridge and entered the Dark City like an ordinary cultivator.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since the last Dark Turmoil. Today, the Dark City is densely populated, thriving in all industries, and filled with the vibrant spirit of the mortal world.

It presents a peaceful and tranquil scene, but this is only an illusion.

Mo Wuji swept his gaze across the city and saw that half of the inhabitants were cultivators, exuding an astonishing aura of killing intent. This was a veritable city of war.

Looking at the numerous auction houses, stone workshops, and other trading venues for cultivators that sprang up within the Dark City, Mo Wuji's heart stirred.

This place is a thriving commercial hub; perhaps I can gather all the materials I need here.

Mo Wuji plans to forge a Divine Summoning Platform, a secret artifact recorded in the Daoist canon within the Eight Views Palace, capable of remotely summoning the deities of weapons.

With the cultivation level of the Guanghan Palace Ancestor, he should still be unable to suppress the fully revived Purple Gold Gourd. At that time, the Purple Gold Gourd will be able to cross the void to the Big Dipper Star Region to find him through the mysterious connection.

Losing a quasi-Emperor weapon while its original owner is still alive is not an easy task.

Mo Wuji was unaware that the Purple Gold Gourd had fallen into the hands of Big Beard, who was using it as a wine vessel.

The materials needed to forge this Summoning Altar are all rare treasures, which would be extremely difficult to gather in an ordinary divine city, but it is worth a try in this Dark City.

Mo Wuji didn't understand the Origin Technique, so naturally he couldn't purchase goods from various stone workshops like Ye Fan.

However, Mo Wuji has now basically escaped the predicament of being trapped by the "source," and his current wealth is terrifyingly abundant.

Anything he takes out is enough to cause a sensation.

On this day, a storm swept through the Dark City as a mysterious cultivator offered the Taiyin Ice Soul as a reward for various divine materials!

The Taiyin Ice Soul is a priceless treasure that can only be produced in small pieces in places rich in Taiyin holy power.

Even without any processing, simply coming into contact with this extremely yin essence core can increase the cultivation speed of cultivators whose constitution is biased towards yin attributes by many times.

On this day, when Mo Wuji visited various merchants and auction houses, he displayed at least several blocks of Taiyin Ice Souls.

The entire Dark City was like a pot of oil that had been doused with cold water; it exploded, and everyone was talking about the news.

And this news is spreading rapidly throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness.

Everything in the universe is either Yin or Yang.

Taiyin is the most fundamental and basic law of this universe.

The implications are too broad; anything related to spiritual practice is bound to be connected to the Yin energy.

The wondrous uses of divine materials with the Taiyin attribute are so numerous that one could spend three days and three nights describing them endlessly.

Now that a large number of Taiyin Ice Souls have appeared in the world, it has naturally caused countless powerful forces to move in response. It can be said that the entire Eastern Wilderness has been stirred up by Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji, at his leisure, rented the best room in the best restaurant in the Dark City. He studied the newly acquired Taiyin True Scripture and the Xingzi Secret Technique while waiting for the necessary materials to be delivered.