Chapter 458: ※52⛬ Appears

Three days and three nights later.

The overworked Wang Mu left the secret room.

He looked back, his gaze falling on Xiao Wanmeng, who was undergoing a transformation. After watching for a moment, he turned and left.

Everything was going smoothly.

Once Xiao Wanmeng finished her seclusion, her Aptitude would be no weaker than any Prodigy in this world… A few more days passed.

Lin Yan suddenly found Wang Mu, claiming he needed to leave for a while.

“Did something happen?” Wang Mu asked.

“These past few days, I had a sudden whim and sensed an aura calling to me from the Far West!” Lin Yan said truthfully. “Teacher says it is likely the legendary Heavenly Oracle immortal flame about to be born!”

The Heavenly Oracle immortal flame was ranked fourth on the Immortal Fire Rankings.

In terms of power, it wasn't the greatest, but its most unique trait was its natural perception of all other spirit fires and immortal flames in existence.

In other words.

As long as he refined the Heavenly Oracle immortal flame, Lin Yan had the hope of sweeping up every exotic fire on the Immortal Fire Rankings and spirit fire rankings.

“The Far West is the territory of the Buddhist Kingdom. You will likely face many dangers on this trip!” Wang Mu mused.

“Don't worry!” Lin Yan appeared very relaxed. “With Teacher guiding me, nothing will go wrong! Besides, I can't stay in the North Sea under your protection forever. How could I ever grow into a true Flame Emperor that way?”

Hearing this, Wang Mu patted his shoulder and smiled. “Be careful on your journey!”

…Although he had recently repelled a wave of great enemies,

Wang Mu did not let down his guard.

He no longer cared about the enemies within the Cangyuan Realm; the ones he had to be wary of were the Heavenly Demon Race.

This race had survived since the Desolate Ancient era and had destroyed countless worlds. Their foundations were unfathomable.

Only by continuously strengthening himself

could he have more confidence when the final battle arrived.

And so,

soon, a pinned message appeared on the Langya Forum.

【Wang Mu, the Saint of Northern Dark, will set up a Dao field above Tianjue Island in ten days to begin a lecture!】

As soon as the news came out, the entire network instantly exploded.

That day, Wang Mu had slain the Quasi-Emperor of the Ancient God Race before the front lines, firmly establishing his position as the number one powerhouse in the Cangyuan Realm.

For such a being to preach to all living souls,

what kind of Opportunity was that?

In the past, one wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!

For a time, countless Cultivators were extremely excited, deeply grateful, and moved to tears.

To be born in this era

was a blessing they had earned through a thousand lifetimes… On that day,

above Tianjue Island,

Wang Mu personally took action, moving massive Peaks to set up a floating giant island above Tianjue Island.

The entire North Sea was in an uproar.

Densely packed Cultivators swarmed forward like a school of carps crossing a river, fearing they wouldn't be able to grab a spot.

In addition, Murong Qiushui from the Kunlun Holy Land arrived with her Disciples.

The Emperor Yao Palace of the Eastern Region even mobilized its entire staff, bringing countless Yao Race Prodigies; everyone who could come, came.

The old master of the Wang family, Wang Tiangang, led his wife Nalan Rongyun and all the experts of the Wang family. They had brought small stone stools early and snatched the best positions below to wait.

In the sky and on the ground,

there were silhouettes everywhere.

The scene was incredibly spectacular.

Wang Mu sat high upon a cloud platform, looking down at all living beings, and spoke clearly: “At the beginning of Chaos, the Great Dao was not yet fixed! Qi transforms into Yin and Yang, the spirit wanders the Great Void. Calamities rise and fall, alternating in the palm of one's hand. Break through the false and cut straight ahead to see the True One…”

As he spoke,

the world instantly fell silent.

In the unseen depths, a bell rang out, incredibly crisp and soul-stirring.

Clouds rolled and golden light radiated in all directions.

Then, flowers fell from the heavens and golden lotuses sprang from the earth, each lotus core gushing with a faint purple Qi.

Above the firmament, the sun and moon shone together, and the galaxy surged majestically.

The vast Spiritual Qi transformed into spiritual birds, cranes, Dragons, and Phoenixes, coming from all directions to pay homage.

Strands of invisible faith rose from the heads of the billions of living beings present, flying toward Wang Mu.

Behind Wang Mu's head, a purple-gold divine wheel rapidly condensed, reflecting the brilliant galaxy. He was like an immortal god, majestic without being angry, holy and flawless.

Hualala!

Golden rain suddenly fell from the sky. It was the purest Spiritual Qi and a blessing from the heavens.

Boom!

Soon,

among the crowd, Cultivators had Epiphanies and broke through their realms on the spot.

Some broke through the great barrier of life and death.

Some saw through the essence of Divine Abilities.

Powerful auras rose one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The area was a sea of brilliance, dazzling and eye-catching.

At the same time,

the cultivation within Wang Mu's body was also rising, gradually climbing toward the next Peak.

“Little friend Wang Mu is truly a genius!” Somewhere, Di Wuming watched Wang Mu speaking eloquently on the cloud platform and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

He had come this time merely intending to show his support for Wang Mu.

After all, the Human Race and Yao Race had vastly different Physiques, and their methods of cultivation were also very different.

There wasn't much to learn from each other.

However, Wang Mu had given him a surprise.

The other party was not only thoroughly familiar with the various Daoist techniques and Divine Abilities of the Human Race, having a profound understanding of them,

but he was also incredibly proficient in the methods and cultivation systems of the Yao Race.

The many viewpoints and insights he discussed

were quite beneficial even to Di Wuming himself.

If he could fully digest it all,

Di Wuming felt his cultivation could even advance several steps further.

It was hard to imagine how Wang Mu, at barely twenty years of age, had managed to achieve this.

…Soon,

the first lecture ended.

Nearly ninety percent of the people present broke through on the spot, their strength increasing greatly.

The rest also gained deep insights, making the trip worthwhile.

“In three months, the next lecture will begin!” After saying this, Wang Mu's figure disappeared from the spot.

Countless Cultivators stood up one after another to salute, their faces full of respect: “Farewell, Young Master!”

…Two months later.

Above the North Sea, thunder clouds surged and terrifying lightning brewed.

“Is it a Heavenly Tribulation?”

“Who is Undergoing Tribulation?”

“Such terrifying pressure, could it be the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?”

“…”

Cultivators looked up at the sky one after another.

At the very highest point, a thin figure of a youth could be vaguely seen standing.

“Is that Han Li?” Atop the Star-Picking Tower, Nie Tingting saw the figure clearly and was very surprised. “When did he appear?”

Since the last time Nie Tingting had reported to Wang Mu that Han Li was missing, more than half a year had passed.

Now he had suddenly appeared,

his strength greatly increased.

He had actually reached the Peak of the Soul Transformation realm and was about to undergo tribulation.

Wang Mu gazed at his figure and said calmly, “As expected of the Innate Dao Embryo, this Opportunity and Luck are second to none!”

Soon, the Heavenly Tribulation began.

It was indeed the legendary Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

But the current Han Li was clearly no longer the dark, thin boy who had first entered Langya Academy. His strength was extremely formidable, and he forcibly endured the Lightning Tribulation, successfully entering the Earth Immortal realm of Undergoing Tribulation and guiding the immortal light into his body.

Afterward, without resting, he flew directly toward the Star-Picking Tower.

“Greetings, Young Lord!”

Coming before Wang Mu, he prostrated himself, his expression sincere.

“Rise,” Wang Mu said with a faint smile. “Disappearing for half a year and Undergoing Tribulation in a single day—the Luck on your body is as abundant as ever.”