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

"Our two benefactors, your great deeds, your boundless compassion, we will never forget..."

Looking at the creatures below constantly bowing and worshipping, the bearded man seemed quite uncomfortable.

"Kid, come with me."

The bearded man grabbed Mo Wuji's shoulder and, using some unknown supernatural power, instantly teleported away without any sign of a void passage appearing.

Mo Wuji looked around, not knowing where he had arrived.

The bearded man tossed the purple-gold gourd in his hand, scrutinizing Mo Wuji with a playful expression. "Kid, aren't you afraid I won't return this weapon to you?"

"Your purple-gold gourd is an extraordinary treasure; I don't have anything that can compare to it."

Mo Wuji stood tall and proud, and said loudly, "Of course I'm not afraid. It's just a weapon. If it's gone, it's gone."

"Give me time, and I will forge a weapon that surpasses this gourd!"

"Moreover, given your noble character, senior, you would surely not keep something from a junior."

After hearing the first two sentences, the bearded man's eyes lit up with an alarming gleam. What a lad! What spirit!

The last sentence struck a chord with the bearded man: compared to a clouded Dao heart, what is a mere weapon?

But being silenced like this left the bearded man very unhappy.

He was a straightforward man. "You speak so formally, it's not very straightforward at all, just like the old man in the family. I don't like it."

"Here's your gourd back."

The bearded man tossed the Purple Gold Gourd to Mo Wuji as if it were just an ordinary magical weapon.

To regard divine weapons as dirt—this is the mark of a truly enlightened master.

The bearded man suddenly became serious and looked at Mo Wuji, saying, "Young man, I have high hopes for you. You have a good character. Become my disciple. Although your cultivation is currently low, under my tutelage, you will surely make great strides and experience the unparalleled glory of a master."

To receive personal guidance from a quasi-emperor—what an unparalleled opportunity!

Mo Wuji was very tempted; this was a genuine golden opportunity.

However, Mo Wuji still spoke frankly: "This junior already possesses an inheritance, I wonder what it is, senior..."

The bearded man didn't insist, but sighed, "We are destined to meet but not to be together, child. If I miss out on a gem like you, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

"But I hope we'll meet again someday."

Having said that, the bearded man didn't linger. He took a step, and the world seemed to be just a stone's throw away.

Mo Wuji was dumbfounded. "Senior, that's not what I meant! I was just being modest. If you insist a little longer, I'll give in!"

A tremendous opportunity slipped through his fingers, and it would be impossible for Mo Wuji not to feel regret.

But he quickly composed himself and recalled the bearded man's every move after they met.

Mo Wuji exclaimed: "Unrestrained and free-spirited, acting as one pleases, he is truly a role model for us cultivators."

Wait, I think I forgot something important!

By the way, it seems that Senior Big Beard didn't take a single penny from the contents of the Purple Gold Gourd!

Doesn't this mean all those amazing divine artifacts belong to me?!

The endless death energy of a quasi-emperor, the nine small worlds, and the corpse of a quasi-emperor—compared to these things, the piece of Dao Tribulation Gold seemed to have lost its value.

Mo Wuji couldn't wait to open the gourd stopper and look inside, only to find that the aforementioned divine object had been refined by the Purple Gold Gourd at some point.

At this moment, it was as if a primordial Tai Chi diagram was rotating inside the purple-gold gourd.

However, one side is utterly dark and bloody, while the other is magnificent purple aura and colorful splendor.

The so-called colorfulness is actually a color that is difficult to describe in words. This color seems to encompass the whole world, and one can glimpse the myriad aspects of life within it.

Darkness is naturally a concentrated form of death energy, and after being refined by the Purple Gold Gourd, this death energy seems to have become even more profound.

It was a darkness that could devour even light; without a doubt, this thing was even more lethal and could be used as a trump card.

As for the blood, it was just a pool of pus and blood.

This is the essence of corpse energy and evil thoughts condensed from the corpse of a quasi-emperor who failed to complete the Wheel of Reincarnation Seal. A single drop of pus and blood could probably obliterate a star.

This means a trump card that can be used without expending any divine power.

In contrast, there are the essences extracted from the nine small worlds and the essences extracted from the flesh and blood of quasi-emperors.

These are all rare and priceless treasures, found nowhere else in the world.

Even if an entire holy land on this Ziwei Star were to pour out its resources, it's uncertain whether it could compare to these two clusters of essence.

Mo Wuji was hit by a huge windfall; the big-bearded senior was really generous!

But it would be even better if you could tell me exactly which nook or cranny you've left me in before you leave.

Mo Wuji found himself in a vast wilderness, and after searching around, he found no trace of any living creature.

In the end, Mo Wuji chose a direction based on his intuition and began his tireless flight.

The earth-shattering changes that had occurred in Taihua Mountain were spread to the outside world.

But it did not cause any major uproar.

Because it was only some ordinary people and low-level cultivators who died.

The only well-known character to appear was Mo Wuji.

Although a small number of people once expressed their support for Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji also earned the reputation of a prodigy.

However, in the public's mind, Mo Wuji was basically nailed to the pillar of shame as the successor of the Way of Human Desire.

In this incident at Mount Taihua, Mo Wuji was surprisingly portrayed as a positive figure.

For those who haven't experienced the pain firsthand, this is going against the tide of public opinion. Therefore, after hearing the story that happened in Taihua Mountain, most people's first reaction is: fake news!

The stories told by people in the Taihua Mountain area should at least have some basis, right? How did Mo Wuji, that lecherous thief, become so glorious and great?

Is it trying to emulate Tianyuan City's rise to power? It's just a pity they chose such an outrageous example.

Can Mo Wuji, this lecherous scoundrel, be compared to the supreme Taiyin Emperor?

Furthermore, no one can clearly define the level of skill of the bearded man who later intervened and turned the tide.

The real masters had already fled before Mo Wuji even appeared.

The gap between them was too great. Even when those lower-level cultivators boasted freely, they only dared to claim that the big-bearded man was a king who had severed the Dao.

Therefore, as a news story, the story in Taihua Mountain lacked any sensational elements and thus did not receive widespread dissemination.

Mo Wuji flew across the boundless wilderness for three days and three nights before finally finding a place that appeared to be inhabited.

It was a huge black mountain, surrounded by plains, rising abruptly from the ground, looking incredibly majestic, like a black dragon coiled up.

This black mountain is barren, its rocks are incredibly hard, like steel, and the air is filled with high temperatures.

The only people who could be active in such a godforsaken place were naturally Mo Wuji's old acquaintances.

Countless caves have been carved out of this black mountain. A ray of golden light just happened to flash past Mo Wuji's eyes, like a weary bird returning to its nest.

That was a golden crow.