Wang Wei looked at the people watching the battle, his eyes asking them if any of them was foolish enough to challenge him again. And base on how they averted his eyes, he got his answer. So, he flew to his mansion, which he thought was destroyed during the battle.
However, it seems that the small world the trial took place was a special one as all the destroyed houses had reappeared a few seconds after the battle ended. So, he entered and reinstalled the arrays he previously had.
Chu Luo watched Wang Wei leave with a slightly stern look while countless thoughts flashed in his mind. He needed the Deceiving Heaven Longevity Art for a particular reason, and no matter what, he must get his hands on it.
‘His Nine Extremities Foundations seemed to be in the early stages. Otherwise, he would not be so weak. However, he might become a problem based on how long this trial takes.’
So, he analyzed the situation before concluding that there was no need to worry too much; the second-seeded player was not as much of a threat to him–at least in the combat department of this trial.
The minimum requirement for the Nine Extremities Foundation to succeed is to have the strength of a Dao Ancestor. At the same time, there are different levels or classifications of Dao Ancestors based on strength. Anything below that meant the process had failed.
So, even if Wang Wei succeeded, Chu Luo believed he would still be stronger. And the reason he came to this conclusion is the downside of the unorthodox method: lack of time.
Most people who walked the unorthodox ways had only one generation to cultivate the other incarnations before the final fusion. So, it is challenging to temper them to the limit like people who use the orthodox path. As such, most unorthodox people are the weakest Dao Ancestors after completion.
‘All I have to do is watch out for the other competition categories.’
The Third Seeded player, Ye Dafu, watched the battle, excitement all over his eyes.
“This King is looking forward to fighting you.” He was not deterred by Wang Wei’s feat of surviving the full blow of an Immortal Venerable. His Disaster Bloodline can also do the same–albeit he would pay a terrible price.
Based on his analysis, that human is now in terrible shape inside his mansion, trying everything possible to heal his injuries quickly.
The Immortal Swordsman, Ji Lanfang, lay on a rooftop in the distance, spectating both battles. During the entire process, he never stopped drinking.
“What a strong meatshield. Maybe, he can survive more than one of my serious sword slashes. *Hiccup*,” he muttered.
Mu Lei, the fifth-seeded player, calmly looked in the distance.
‘Such a strong body. If only I could swallow it.’
Shi Qian, the new sixth-seeded player, clenched her teeth as she watched Wang Wei leave. ‘No matter what, I must get this inheritance.’ Although she was one of the Blessed Ones, her situation was not looking too good.
Her parents were Loose Cultivators who once helped a Great Emperor during his rise, and he rewarded them with Immortal Qi as Karma Repayment. So, her background may not be as high as some Heaven Chosen from Emperor Lineages.
Worse, not long after she was conceived, Shi Qian’s father died in some unknown secret realm while trying to get some rare resources for her. So, she only had a single mother to raise and protect her, which has not been easy because many people believed that by absorbing the source of an Immortal Child–especially one from the Light Race, they could wash away their Karma without the help of an Emperor.
So, Shi Qian spent most of her childhood in hiding, waiting for the Heaven Will Battle. She believed she could win this generation’s Heaven Will Battle with her talent. However, recently, a monster appeared in her world.
That monster used to be an Insurgent Dao Ancestor but decided to give up all his powers and reincarnate to prove the Dao. Shi Qian did not think she had a chance at winning.
Normally, she could wait for the next generation. Regrettably, that monster belonged to the sect that killed her father during a secret realm. So, if he proved the Dao before her, she knew that she and her mother would not survive long.
Shi Qian was not the only person feeling anxious. Xu Shi never felt so close to reviving her husband. And yet, the opportunity might slip from her hands; she was unwilling. Whether it was this trial or the Heaven Will Battle, she could not lose.
As she looked at the departing Wang Wei, a thought came to mind: ‘Maybe, I should consider acquiring an Identity Token from another World Community and compete there instead.’
As soon as this idea got into her mind, she could not remove it. ‘Let’s see how things unfold before making a decision.’ Maybe, this was the way for her future.
‘Am I going to fail again?’ thought Jingwu Hua as she looked in the distance. Then, she placed her hand on her ribs and caressed them.
‘No, my father predicted this possible outcome and prepared for the worse. I should trust him.’
Huo Fenghuang looked at Wang Wei’s back; no one, maybe even herself, did not know what she felt or was thinking.
Meanwhile, Tong Ruobing smiled before muttering. “As expected of a genius like him. However, it is not guaranteed that the throne will be yours yet.”
Feng Heng was one of the few people who saw how Wang Wei survived the attack, while all the others only marveled at his power and means.
‘Who would have thought he not only survived the Supreme Outlaw Trial, but he became so powerful? I thought Di Tian was my only problem, but now, there is another.’
Feng Heng thought about steps to take for the future to ensure the rise of Buddhism in the Lower Dimension: it was his mission, and he would succeed at all costs.
‘I need to prepare some hidden cards before the final battles, and they have to be ones at the Immortal Level. Before then, let’s focus on our objective.’
He did not come for the Deceiving Heaven Longevity Art. If he acquired it, that would be useful. If not, it did not matter in the long run. Then, Feng Heng looked at someone in the distance.
‘The Divine Race. So, they can show up again after I created some loopholes on the Absolute Beginning Magic. Maybe, I can begin to spread the seed of Buddhism throughout the Endless Void through him.’
He squinted his eyes as many thoughts flashed across his mind. ‘Let’s be cautious and investigate first.’
The Divine Race, Liang Shixian, looked at the departed Wang Wei.
‘A unique soul. Maybe, he can help me.’ Then, he sensed a gaze and looked in Feng Heng’s direction. After looking at the person for a second, he averted his gaze.
A hooded figure also watched the departed Wang Wei.
‘I’ve heard that the Fate Dominating Emperor was an Era-Suppressing Genius in his youth, but I did not think he would be this powerful. Well, given his accomplishment, it would make sense.’
The hooded figure’s face squinted under the hood.
‘It does not matter. No matter what, I will destroy you in the cradle before you can grow up and save the entire Chaos Universe.’
After entering his mansion, Wang Wei immediately contacted Ancestor Wucheng.
“Kid, are you alright?”
“Just minor injuries.”
“That’s good. So, what do you want?”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“I’m not very fond of you transferring that attack to me.”
“Common, Ancestor, that was probably like a mosquito bite for you.”
“I still don’t like it.”
“I apologize,” Wang Wei said with a very sincere face.
“Good, I accept your apology.” Wang Wuchend did not know whether he was truly sincere.
“Can I still do it in the future?”
Now, he knew.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favorite Ancestor.”
Wang Wucheng ignored the kid’s cheekiness. “So, why did you contact me?”
“How strong was that person who took Ye Tuizhi away.”
“He’s a 3-Root Dao Ancestor.”
“Explanation, please.”
“Didn’t you read the books in the Secret Archives?”
“I’m not done since I’ve been busy. Plus, when it comes to Immortal-Tier information, a lot of them are vague.”
“Just the other paths, the Dao Path also has a classification for strength. Do you know the difference between Emperors and Dao Ancestors?”
“The former control the Grand Dao Source, while the latter borrows its power.”
“Correct. But on a technical level, it is not true. Dao Ancestors can control the Grand Dao Source, only up to 4%.”
Wang Wei’s eyes lit up as he thought of something.
“There are two reasons many people do not go to Great Thousand Worlds to become Dao Ancestor: the main one is the Immortal Tribulation is extremely difficult. And secondly, this method could only create the weakest Dao Ancestors: 1-Root Dao Ancestor.
“These Dao Powerhouse have zero control of the Grand Dao Source. Although there are some exceptions, it is scarce. Now, when Great Emperor refines a seed for someone, he can allow them brief access to the Grand Dao Source to comprehend and control up to 4%, and the more percentage, the higher the root.”
“So, that person only controls 2%?”
“Yes. Using that 2% and his Internal World, he can resonate with the Grand Dao Source and borrow its power.”
“How fascinating. Ancestor, what’s your level?”
“Of course, I’m a 5-Root Dao Ancestor. Without that level, it is extremely difficult to become an Insurgent.”
“That makes sense. I remember you saying that 9-Leaf Immortal Venerable can fight some Dao Ancestor?”
“That’s right. Some can fight 1 to 2 Roots.”
Wang Wei frowned slightly as he thought of something. “The weakest Third-Class Emperor only has 5% control of the Grand Dao Source, yet, according to you, the strength disparity to a 5-Root Dao Ancestor is unimaginable. Is the difference that exaggerated?”
“You have no idea,” Wang Wucheng replied with a long, desolate sigh.
“I once met an unparallel genius who managed to control 4.9 percent of the Grand Dao Source before becoming a Dao Ancestor. And yet, in front of the lowest Third-Class Emperor, he could only run away after a few hundreds blow.
“And he even later admitted that Emperor was not even trying to kill him. That 0.1 percent gap is a nightmare of despair.”
“Just like the saying, Heaven and Earth treat everybody like dogs. In the upper dimension, Great Emperors are probably just bigger ants, let alone other Immortal Powerhouses,” commented Wang Wei calmly.
“Maybe,” muttered Wang Wucheng. “Let’s not talk about this. From what I know about you, you must have left Ye Tuizhi alive for a reason. So, what’s your plan?”
