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

The dazzling divine light, like the sun shining brightly in the sky, was exceptionally glaring and impossible to conceal in the Taihua Mountain, which at that moment resembled the deepest hell.

"Who is it?!"

All the surviving creatures in Mount Taihua looked up at the second sun in the sky.

Many people understood Mo Wuji's actions and worshipped him devoutly.

"This peerless being is fighting against natural disasters to save us!"

"Oh God, perhaps we are saved! I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"

"This is an immense act of merit. Our Daotong will definitely build a shrine for you and make daily offerings to you from now on."

Someone used their divine eye to glance at the 'sun' in Mo Wuji's hand, and their divine eye exploded, with two lines of bloody tears streaming from their eyes.

However, some people saw through the myriad auspicious rays surrounding Mo Wuji.

"This person... is Mo Wuji!"

Mo Wuji is now world-famous; his name alone, without any other description, can awaken people's memories.

"How could it be him? Isn't Mo Wuji a lecherous scoundrel?"

"So what if he's a lecher? Can't a lecher have a compassionate heart?"

"Besides, the rumors about this lecherous thief are all one-sided stories from those holy land families; this benefactor himself has never admitted to it."

"This benefactor, who used his supreme supernatural powers to save us from this perilous situation, could he really be a lecherous thief?"

"There must be a conspiracy here!"

"It might just be a rumor fabricated by those great religions and dynasties to suppress this peerless genius."

"Look at those powerful forces that used to lord it over everyone, they've all vanished without a trace. They ran away so fast!"

In the Taihua Mountain area, Mo Wuji's reputation seems to be starting to rebound.

As the hazy sunlight shone down, the once pitch-black Taihua Mountain was gradually regaining its light.

The deathly aura that had once blotted out the sky seemed to be about to be completely eradicated under the voracious consumption of the purple-gold gourd.

Mo Wuji breathed a slight sigh of relief. With his current level of cultivation, controlling the Purple Gold Gourd, a quasi-Emperor weapon, was far too difficult.

Fortunately, it was all worth it. Even if it didn't work the first time, we could try a few more times and hopefully avert this catastrophe.

But the next moment, an even denser death aura, powerful enough to annihilate all living beings, pierced through the nine small worlds and once again erupted and swept across Mount Taihua.

If the root cause is not eliminated, such calamities will continue indefinitely.

Mo Wuji sighed inwardly. His divine power was still too weak. Trying to contend with this endless death energy was like trying to stir up a large vat with a toothpick.

The purple-gold sun in the sky gradually dimmed.

Witnessing this scene, the cultivators in Mount Taihua were filled with even greater despair.

"Heavens above, is this not giving me a way to survive?"

Countless ancient beasts and birds of prey lay dead in the mountains and fields, while many small animals cried out for food, creating a scene of utter desolation.

The creatures of Mount Taihua are weeping in anguish, and mountains of corpses lie on the earth. Countless lives have perished in this natural disaster, and their cries of grief shake heaven and earth.

The will of all living beings seemed to have infused Mo Wuji with new power, and the purple-gold gourd above his head once again burst forth with dazzling light.

The brilliant sunset seemed to once again suppress the deathly aura that blotted out the sky.

But an even more intense surge of corpse energy is about to erupt!

The bearded quasi-emperor, who arrived at this moment, also found the current situation quite troublesome.

It's not that he can't solve this problem, it's just that he can't control the casualties. With one strike, he could wipe the entire Taihua Mountain Range from this world.

Even Lady Ziguang's corpse wouldn't take him more than a few moves to completely obliterate.

After all, can a dead quasi-emperor compare to a living quasi-emperor?

Then he saw Mo Wuji, and the purple-gold gourd on Mo Wuji's head.

The bearded quasi-emperor thought suspiciously: What amazing skills! Why do I feel that the person who forged this weapon is even stronger than the old man in my family?

"Never mind, saving lives is the priority right now," the bearded man said, taking a step forward.

Mo Wuji felt a blur before his eyes, and suddenly a burly man with a big beard appeared, staring at him with a smile.

Mo Wuji's pupils dilated in shock. He was currently under the protection of the Purple Gold Gourd, yet this person had managed to approach so silently.

This bearded man's cultivation level...

The bearded man tried his best to put on a friendly expression, which made his extremely rugged face look very awkward.

"Kid, can I borrow your gourd for a bit?"

Before the bearded man could explain that he was also there to rescue people, the purple-gold gourd flew into his palm.

For Mo Wuji, whether it was to save others or to protect himself, this was the best option at the moment, so he lent out the Purple Gold Gourd without hesitation.

Ultimately, it's nothing more than an external possession.

Mo Wuji also harbored a sense of pride. Could it be that without this quasi-Emperor weapon, he could no longer continue his cultivation?

The bearded man gave Mo Wuji an appreciative look. "Good lad, so clean and decisive, he's becoming more and more to my liking."

The bearded man made his move, unleashing boundless divine power, and a dazzling divine light erupted from the purple-gold gourd.

This time, the little sun in the sky has changed; the purple-gold gourd seems to be the great sun that has hung high in the sky since ancient times.

The bearded man didn't seem to be performing any hand seals or chanting any spells, yet all the Daoist arts resonated with him.

The purple-gold gourd spewed out an incomparably terrifying aura, causing the entire world to tremble incessantly.

The bearded man's attack was so terrifying that Mo Wuji, who was standing right next to him, felt no ripples whatsoever.

A hint of longing flashed in Mo Wuji's eyes. Is this the demeanor of an unparalleled powerhouse?

The cheers from the crowd below were deafening.

"A new savior has arrived! We're saved!"

The purple-gold gourd finally displayed its true power in the hands of the bearded man.

Almost instantly, the deathly aura that blotted out the sky was swallowed up by the purple-gold gourd, and even the deathly aura that had spread for hundreds of thousands of miles could not escape.

The world has regained its clarity.

Then there are the nine small worlds beneath Mount Taihua.

These are the real worlds that Lady Ziguang created with her supreme power during her lifetime; they are vast, boundless, and incomparably enormous.

But as these small worlds burst out of the ground and arrived in front of the Purple Gold Gourd, they shrank smaller and smaller.

When you reach the mouth of the gourd, the vast world shrinks to the size of a speck of dust.

The purple-gold gourd collected all the 'dust,' so naturally it didn't cause any ripples.

The phrase "a mustard seed contains Mount Sumeru, a grain of sand contains a world" truly shocked everyone, leaving them speechless. The world was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Finally, the bearded man even used his Purple Gold Gourd to collect Lady Ziguang's corpse.

The moment Lady Ziguang's corpse appeared, it seemed as if a third sun had appeared in the sky.

This was an incredibly evil sun, its black death rays intertwined with purple glow, creating an eerie and terrifying spectacle.

A cultivator with considerable cultivation level foolishly glanced at it, and his physical body instantly shattered into a blood mist; he directly passed away!

The supreme power of the Emperor pervaded the land, and all living beings knelt in submission. Even the majestic Mount Taihua seemed to bend down, bidding farewell to this ancient and unparalleled powerhouse.

Only the bearded man and Mo Wuji, suspended in mid-air, remained unaffected, standing gracefully in the air, their robes fluttering, ethereal and otherworldly.

Like a supreme deity, looking down upon everything.