Just like the Emperor in Wang Baole's dream, the Xuanchen Emperor appeared in the sky. His face was expressionless and solemn, but his eyes were different. Instead of exuding a dignified air, there was a storm hidden beneath the crimson light.
It was as if he hated the world and was suppressing his madness. However, his expression, which should have been filled with emotion, contained an unconcealable coldness. Perhaps it was because of this contradiction that caused all of the powerful experts in the second world to look up in shock.
Even though there were many experts in the second layer, be it the Seven Emotions, the Six Desires, or the mysterious Ancient Era City, it had to be said that … the Xuanchen Martial Emperor, whose cultivation was at least at the sixth step, could easily suppress all of them.
That was because he was above the Godchild, and was the guardian of the gods. To a certain extent, he represented the ultimate natural order of the world.
At this moment, the face in the sky looked down at all life, as if searching for something. After the time it takes half an incense stick to burn passed, the face lost track of Wang Baole, and slowly faded away.
In the first world, the black-robed man standing on the parrot statue sat down again, his head lowered and his eyes closed.
As the face faded away, the monarch spirits that had been attracted by Wang Baole also disappeared. The world gradually returned to normal. When the light of the sun shone down on the land, everything was back to normal.
The world continued to operate, and all living beings continued to cultivate. However, a strange atmosphere began to spread within the world of the second layer. Although outsiders did not know the specifics of what had happened the previous night, they were still able to make a rough guess based on their guesses.
The only thing that could attract the monarch spirits and guardians was … an outsider.
Although such a thing was rare in the second world, it was not unprecedented. Gradually, more and more local cultivators began to speculate and discuss the matter. At the same time, early in the morning, the sound of a zither could be heard in an unknown area of the city.
The sound of the zither was filled with anger and unwillingness. After it spread out, it enveloped the entire city, causing dark clouds to cover the sky above the city. Heavy rain began to fall.
Soon, a Dharmic decree was issued, and a large number of cultivators in the city received a large reward.
The goal of the reward was to find Qing Ling!
Qing Ling was the green-clothed woman who had been killed by Wang Baole and obtained the Dao Seed.
Following the tremors of Listening to Desire City and the exodus of a large number of Song of Desire listeners, the second layer of the world that had been in a state of balance was slowly showing signs of imbalance.
While a storm was brewing in the outside world, in a remote area of the second layer of the world, there was no mountain range here. Instead, it was a boundless desert. However, unlike the traditional yellow desert, this desert was purple.
The purple sand formed a sea of purple sand. It made this place look barren, but at the same time, it also looked a little eerie and strange.
That was because anyone who approached or walked in would smell the stench of blood that lingered in this place.
Here, in the second world, there was a name called Zimo.
Legend had it that many years ago, a powerful cultivator was killed in this place. Her blood soaked the entire desert, turning it purple. At the same time, there was a strong disturbance in this place, which affected the cultivation of cultivators who stepped into this place. In addition, this place was barren, so many powerful cultivators came to search for it, confirming that there was no good fortune in this place.
As a result, very few people appeared in this area.
In the depths of this purple desert, Wang Baole sat cross-legged without moving. He was completely immersed in the fusion of the Dao of Joy and the Law of Listening to Desire in his body.
In theory, this fusion could be accelerated. However, this acceleration would cause some flaws in the laws that covered Wang Baole's body to appear. Therefore, Wang Baole was not in a hurry. Instead, he allowed these two types of laws to slowly resist each other in his body.
He knew very well that the first time he used the power of the outside world, it had only caused the Emperor Spirit to appear. However, the second time, it had caused the Protector to descend. Based on this, he believed that if he used the laws of the outside world a third time, or if his aura was locked down again, he would have no way of escaping.
His current cultivation was not enough to fight against the Protector. Furthermore, his goal in coming to the Universe of Origin Dao Kong was not to directly sweep through everything.
'I need to solve two problems …'
'First, I need to think of a way to walk in front of the Emperor.'
'Second, that Protector …' Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged underground, slowly opened his eyes. In this pitch-black underground, there was a flash of light.
'The Black Dust Emperor … In his dream, the final change and the problem …' Wang Baole fell silent. He thought about the words of good and evil. Back then, he had found the other party's question strange. Now that he thought about it, that strange feeling was even stronger. He had a faint feeling that something was wrong.
This question of good and evil seemed to be simple, but there was a deep meaning behind it.
In silence, Wang Baole lowered his head and looked at his body. He felt the two types of laws resisting each other in his body. After pondering for a moment, he made a decision in his heart.
Since his main body could not be easily revealed, and the best method was to hide from the other party's search, then the most effective method now was to form a clone and go out.
However, ordinary clones had karma with the main body. Once they were discovered, the main body would still be locked down. Therefore, this clone could not have karma with the main body.
To a certain extent … it was equivalent to creating an independent clone.
And independence often came with the risk of rebellion. However, this risk was not impossible for Wang Baole, who was at the fifth step.
Therefore, after thinking about it, Wang Baole closed his eyes. In the next instant, overlapping shadows appeared on his body. Gradually, a clone was formed. In a flash, it disappeared underground.
Not long after, a figure walked out from the edge of this purple desert.
This figure looked very thin and did not resemble Wang Baole in the slightest. Regardless of appearance, aura, or cultivation, it seemed to be only at the Yuanying level. However, there was a hint of coldness in its eyes. If one looked closely, they would be able to see that there was killing intent and coldness in this coldness. It was as if there was a destructive force sealed in its body.
This was the unique clone that Wang Baole had created.
This clone was formed by Wang Baole based on the state of the king spirit … It was an independent body that did not have too many emotional fluctuations.
To a certain extent, it was very similar to the king spirit. The difference was … the king spirit's control was unknown because the Emperor was asleep. However, Wang Baole's dao spirit was controlled by himself.
"Then, from now on, I am the new Wang Baole." At this moment, the clone that walked out of the purple desert looked back at the desert, sneered, and walked into the distance.
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In a while …
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