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

【The Secret Realm of Wheel and Sea (1/999999)】

He closed the panel and clenched his fist.

Mo Wuji felt that his already crystalline physical shell, which had become even stronger due to his breakthrough, had become significantly stronger once again.

As for the primordial spirit?

Since divine sense cannot be projected outwards at the moment, it is difficult to make a judgment.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the bamboo house.

"Senior brother, it seems Elder Lei personally led this young man into the house. Should we...?"

"What's there to be afraid of? My grandfather was also an elder in the sect, and Elder Lei has been recruiting peasants every year. Not every one of them is remembered by him."

"Hey kid inside, I know you can hear me. Open the door! Your senior brothers need to borrow some spirit fish balls!"

Spirit Fish Balls are a basic cultivation resource similar to Herbal Elixir. Official disciples of Hehuan Cave can receive one bottle per month.

Made from the flesh and bones of a spirit fish and aged herbs, it contains a great deal of life essence.

It is a very useful resource for those who have just begun their spiritual practice.

Mo Wuji sighed, "Have we already encountered the unique features of the Shrouding the Heavens world so quickly?"

He looked around the bamboo house and found a rock about the size of a brick to use as a handy weapon.

In the world of cultivation, if you don't have the invincible spirit of "I am invincible," you might as well give up early.

Even the most despicable tomb raider has the pride of being the king of the underworld.

He flung open the door and quickly scanned the crowd gathered around it, locking onto the leader among them.

Just when these people thought they could easily succeed again, Mo Wuji rushed towards the leader who was surrounded in the middle, carrying a stone.

This reef is not large, but its density is higher than that of gold, and it feels very heavy in your hand.

When they first met, Mo Wuji thought he had stumbled upon some rare and precious treasure, and happily took it home.

Later, after being reminded by someone, I realized that it wasn't anything valuable at all; the entire island was covered in them.

Sigh, is this what a fantasy world is like?

Mo Wuji descended the mountain like a tiger, aiming a brick-sized rock at the face of the leading cultivator with all his might.

Blood spurted out, along with several broken teeth.

The leader of the cultivators was immediately stunned by the excruciating pain and bewilderment.

The leading cultivator was knocked to the ground, but Mo Wuji did not stop. He smashed down the brick-sized rocks like iron hammers, one after another.

The people around me stood there dumbfounded. Was I seeing things?

And the speed and strength that this country bumpkin just displayed... could it be that he successfully broke through the sea of ​​suffering in less than a month of learning the basics?

Appearing instantly, among the onlookers of the 'battle,' there were many knowledgeable people who also noticed Mo Wuji's current cultivation level.

"To have opened the Sea of ​​Bitterness in less than a month since entering the sect—this level of genius hasn't appeared in our Hehuan Cave Heaven for over a thousand years, has it?"

"If this child doesn't die young, the Hehuan Cave Heaven will likely belong to him in the future!"

Someone shook their head. "But now that he's beaten Elder Zhang's grandson, I doubt he has a future."

"Help...help me!"

The painful groans of the leading cultivator brought his group of underlings back to reality.

"Let go of Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Release Fellow Daoist Zhang."

"You peasant, do you even know who he is? You're finished!"

Mo Wuji ignored all of this and focused on beating the leading cultivator.

While hitting him, he kept asking, "Do you submit?"

But this time, every time Mo Wuji's brick fell, it was accompanied by an attack several times stronger than what he was receiving.

The leader's underlings formed a circle and began punching and kicking Mo Wuji.

When a group of cultivators started fighting, it was like ordinary people fighting.

But the battles in the Bitter Sea Realm are just that simple and unadorned.

The only supernatural benefit that opening up the sea of ​​suffering brings to cultivators is that they become lighter and healthier, more energetic, and slightly stronger than ordinary people, but only to a limited extent.

To use the profound techniques, one needs to make another breakthrough and reach the Life Spring Realm.

Of course, if you have any special bloodline or physique, that's a different story.

Unfortunately, a small power like Hehuan Cave Heaven probably can't even find a royal body, let alone a demon god bloodline or a holy body.

Do you think this is the Burial Star of Emperors?

A crisp cracking sound came from Mo Wuji's body.

Countless fists and feet rained down on him. Even Mo Wuji's body, which had just undergone two enhancements, couldn't withstand it, and his ribs broke.

These people were cultivators who had spent months or even years exploring the Sea of ​​Bitterness. In terms of strength alone, Mo Wuji was actually about the same as them.

Faced with the siege of a large group of cultivators of the same realm, Mo Wuji gritted his teeth and remained silent.

A rock the size of a brick fell again, as if to say, "Do you submit?"

"Flo (I give up), Flo (I give up), express yourself (stop hitting me)."

It's obvious that the cultivator surnamed Zhang doesn't have Mo Wuji's temperament; he's not ruthless enough to himself.

Anyone with eyes can see which side has the advantage now, but he just doesn't dare to fight to the death, making him a true beggar among beggars.

Under Mo Wuji's abuse, the Zhang surname cultivator had lost all his teeth and his speech was always slurred.

"Please spare my life, fellow Daoist. I will definitely avoid you whenever I see you in the future."

After a few more bangs, Mo Wuji finally realized that the cultivator surnamed Zhang had given in.

"Tell your men to get out of the way!"

The cultivator surnamed Zhang nodded vigorously, then turned and yelled at his underlings, "Get out! All of you, get the hell away from me!"

"Big brother, you..."

"Um?"

In the end, the cultivator surnamed Zhang's underlings chose to retreat.

Mo Wuji: "Wait, leave all the spirit fish balls you stole for me."

Capturing the cultivator surnamed Zhang is like holding the lifeline of this group of people; now, they obey Mo Wuji's orders without question.

A moment later, twenty or thirty small jade bottles piled up at Mo Wuji's feet.

Grabbing the cultivator surnamed Zhang by the collar, Mo Wuji said, "You won't bother me again, will you?"

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone terrified the cultivator surnamed Zhang.

Just looking into Mo Wuji's eyes made his heart pound.

"No, don't worry, senior brother, I will never appear before you again!"

"Then get lost."

Mo Wuji let go of the cultivator surnamed Zhang, but in truth, he didn't have any good solutions at the moment.

Being within the sect, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't just kill the Zhang surname cultivator like that.

Hopefully, this beating will deter this guy for a while longer.

Once my cultivation level is high enough, I won't have to worry about anything anymore.

Mo Wuji used the hem of his robe to wrap up the pile of small jade bottles on the ground, and was about to return to his bamboo house.

Just then, a timid voice rang out, "Senior Brother Mo, my spirit fish balls have also been stolen. Can you give them back to me?"

Mo Wuji was so angry he laughed.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

Mo Wuji turned around abruptly, facing the direction where he had just spoken, and uttered a single word, "Get lost," which echoed across the sky like a thunderclap.

Mo Wuji's face was covered in bloodstains, some from the Zhang family cultivator and some from himself.

Coupled with his forced smile and his chillingly angry eyes, he looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

This immediately scared away all the onlookers.

From this day forward, the legend of the cannibalistic demon king will spread throughout the Hehuan Cave Heaven.

After shooing away a group of shameless scoundrels who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, Mo Wuji returned to his bamboo house.

The moment the bamboo door closed, Mo Wuji finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid weakly down the wall to the ground.

If you accidentally touch the wound, you'll grimace and gasp for breath.

But looking at the pile of small jade bottles scattered on his body, Mo Wuji couldn't help but burst into laughter.