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

The Holy Son of Luoxia Palace was furious and embarrassed, unaware of the inside story.

In his view, Mo Wuji was lying in ambush here to help Li Tian, ​​that lecherous thief, escape.

In addition, a disciple reported that he had seen Mo Wuji in the Hehuan Cave.

Well, now there's no way to clear my name.

"This person must be a newly trained successor of that man's desire path, otherwise why would he take such a great risk to support that scoundrel Li Tian!"

"Damn it, how dare a mere ant at the Sea of ​​Wheels Realm ruin my plans!"

The Holy Son of Luoxia Palace, his eyes bloodshot, waved his hand and unleashed a divine light towards the barren stone island.

With a single blow, the already hollowed-out rocky island sank completely.

"You two, go and tear that brat to pieces!"

He casually assigned tasks to two disciples at the Dao Palace level, while the Holy Son of Luoxia Palace led a large force to continue the pursuit of Li Tian.

These two were familiar faces; they were the two Dao Palace cultivators who had been chasing Mo Wuji in the Hehuan Cave Heaven.

It's true, enemies are destined to meet.

"Faster! Faster! Faster!"

A divine rainbow streaked across the sea, splashing up silvery white waves.

Mo Wuji had pushed his speed to the limit, but the gap between different realms was not so easily bridged.

Two cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm had already attached themselves to Mo Wuji's tail, wielding two spirit weapons to attack from both sides.

Thanks to his exceptional divine sense, Mo Wuji was able to detect the attack in advance.

He spun around nimbly, narrowly avoiding being hit by the two spirit weapons, which passed him from above and below.

But this can't go on; we have to find a way to get rid of the enemy behind us.

Just then, a terrifying sea storm appeared ahead.

Tornadoes stretched from the sky to the earth, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring in the pitch-black clouds; torrential rain poured down, and the wind was as sharp as knives, as if the heavens were crying and the earth was howling.

Another storm? The scene before him stirred up some unpleasant memories in Mo Wuji's mind.

Although Mo Wuji sensed something was wrong, he had no other choice but to plunge headlong into the storm.

"Senior brother, that kid has run into the very center of the storm. Should we still chase him?"

"Of course, this is a task assigned by Senior Brother Holy Son. Let alone a storm, we must brave even mountains of knives and seas of fire."

"Moreover, I have a water-repelling bead that allows me to move freely in wind and rain. That kid is practically courting death."

As he spoke, the man held a fist-sized, light blue gem in his hand.

The azure-blue orb emitted a halo that enveloped the two disciples of the Sunset Palace, allowing them to move freely without being affected by the wind and rain.

Mo Wuji noticed that the distance between them was rapidly closing, and his heart sank.

With a storm blocking their path ahead and wolves chasing them from behind, the situation was quite clear, and Mo Wuji made a decisive decision.

He was determined to fight to the death and carve out a way to survive!

Mo Wuji turned around and charged at the two Luoxia Palace disciples who were following behind him.

The two sides were now extremely close, and the storm made it impossible to see anything, giving Mo Wuji an excellent opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Moreover, the two of them were surrounded by a layer of light blue light, which was extremely eye-catching.

A purple divine pearl and a crescent-shaped shovel pierced through the raging storm, heading straight for two disciples of the Sunset Palace.

However, they were also extremely vigilant, instantly summoning their spirit weapons to defend against Mo Wuji's sneak attack.

"How dare they turn around and attack us!"

"However, your strength is too weak. Watch how we defeat your magical treasure."

Cracks appeared on the surface of the purple divine pearl and the crescent shovel.

With a snap, it sounded like two weapons were groaning.

Mo Wuji was not distracted. He used his divine sense to transform into an invisible sword and slashed at the Luoxia Palace disciple who was holding the Water-Avoiding Pearl.

This is his killer move!

At the same time, Mo Wuji rode the Divine Rainbow and rushed forward.

Close combat might be his only chance.

A mental attack is impossible to defend against, and Mo Wuji succeeded.

The disciples of Luoxia Palace were struck dumb, frozen in place.

Mo Wuji lunged forward, and with a lightning-fast punch, shattered the throat bone of the Luoxia Palace disciple.

After a crisp snap, the disciple of Luoxia Palace went limp, allowing Mo Wuji to easily snatch the Water-Avoiding Pearl from his hand.

"Senior brother!"

The disciples of Luoxia Palace standing nearby were filled with grief. Mo Wuji wanted to take the opportunity to kill the man, so he threw another punch, accompanied by wind and thunder.

But this person is considered an elite among the masses, and with the lessons of the past right before his eyes, how could he so easily repeat the same mistakes?

The remaining disciples of Luoxia Palace also threw punches, exchanging a blow with Mo Wuji, resulting in a draw.

Mo Wuji knew when to quit while he was ahead; with the Water-Repelling Pearl in hand, he had a chance to escape.

But the disciples of Luoxia Palace were not about to give up. He angrily summoned a bell that radiated golden light.

A bronze mirror, shrouded in rosy light, burst forth from Mo Wuji's sea of ​​suffering, meeting the bell.

But in this clash without any fancy moves, the difference in cultivation levels between the two sides caused the bronze mirror to shatter upon contact.

Mo Wuji was also knocked backward and sent flying.

Mo Wuji grunted, not wanting to linger in the fight. He activated the water-repelling pearl and used the force of his backward flight to dive down into the sea.

"You villain, don't run away!"

The remaining disciples of Luoxia Palace immediately gave chase, but the Water-Avoiding Pearl changed hands, and the speed of the two sides underwater shifted.

He could only watch helplessly as Mo Wuji killed his senior brother and then used his senior brother's treasure to leave triumphantly.

The deep seabed is completely dark, with no light penetrating.

To evade pursuit, Mo Wuji relied on the water-repelling pearl to travel through the seabed.

However, the sea is not without dangers beneath the surface. Not to mention the various whirlpools and undercurrents, the North Sea is also home to many sea monsters.

Mo Wuji remained tense, not daring to relax even for a moment. He had to get away immediately at the slightest sound to avoid becoming a monster's meal.

After traveling underwater for an unknown period of time, Mo Wuji felt that the divine power within his body was about to run out, and finally decided to surface.

After flying for less than ten miles, Hua Hong found a beach, where Mo Wuji could no longer suppress the injuries within his body.

It crashed straight onto the soft beach, spitting out a mouthful of black, stagnant blood.

After being struck by the cultivator from Luoxia Palace, Mo Wuji was actually seriously injured on the spot.

His physical body has not yet been strengthened to the level of the Ancient Sacred Body, which is capable of withstanding the weapons of cultivators of the same level.

Moreover, this was a dimensional reduction attack from a high-level cultivator.

If the bronze mirror hadn't reduced most of the power, Mo Wuji had no doubt that his physical body would have shattered on the spot from that golden bell strike.

After spitting out the blood, Mo Wuji's complexion improved considerably.

Mo Wuji forced himself to move deeper into the island, but the single strike of transforming his divine sense into a sword had greatly exhausted his energy, coupled with the long-term strain on his mind.

Mo Wuji had only taken a few steps on the beach when his vision went black and he collapsed.

As the sun sets, the beach is bathed in a golden glow.

"Grandpa, there's a dead person over there!"

"What dead person? They're still breathing! Come and help!"

In a daze, Mo Wuji felt a jolt, but he did not sense any malice and continued to sleep.

When Mo Wuji woke up again, what came into view was earthen walls, white paper windows, black bricks and tiles, and a strong fishy smell that hit his nose.

Was I carried back by mortals?

Mo Wuji dared to say this because he had spent most of the first fifteen years of his life living under such a roof.

The door bolt creaked. "Young man, you're awake?"

An old man and a young boy came to the bedside.

Mo Wuji stood up and bowed, "Thank you, sir, thank you, young lady."

The hunched old man waved his hand and said, "It's alright. We're all fishermen, relying on the weather for our livelihood. Everyone has their share of misfortunes. The storm a few days ago was too big. Several families from our village didn't come back after going out to sea."

The old man's granddaughter pursed her lips, seemingly unconvinced by the statement.

Mo Wuji's Taoist robe had long since turned into a tattered rag after repeated battles. In addition, he had only been cultivating for half a year, and the calluses on his hands had not yet been completely removed. His skin also showed faint signs of wind and rain.

It's no wonder the old man mistook him for a fisherman's son who had been shipwrecked, and in a sense, that wasn't wrong.

Of course, for a seasoned and shrewd person, the most important thing in judging a person is their temperament.

Mo Wuji laughed heartily, "Old man, you have a good eye. You can tell at a glance that I am a genuine fisherman's son."

After half a year of cultivation, he seemed to still be the same young man he was at the beginning, with no change in his mortal heart, which Mo Wuji thought was very good.

If one can maintain this original intention for eternity, that would be even better.