Wang Baole was well aware of the consequences of obtaining the small cauldron. He was also well aware of what he would face in the future. He also understood that the Mystic Luna Realm would be fraught with danger after it was sealed.
However, he still decided to use this item to build his foundation!
"The high officials' autobiographies not only taught me how to deal with interpersonal relationships, but also how to appreciate life. There was a sentence in the autobiographies that said, 'There are very few things in this world that can be 100% certain. Usually, if you have 60% confidence, you can take a risk. If you have 70% or even 80% confidence, you can place a heavy bet!'
"Although this sentence is very risky, if I don't take a risk this time, how can I be satisfied?" A strange glow appeared in Wang Baole's eyes. It was rare for him to be so serious. At that moment, he seemed to have lost his usual playfulness. Instead, it was replaced by a sense of viciousness and a tinge of crazed determination.
He was very calm and didn't act rashly. At the same time, he quickly deduced a way out in his mind. He knew that going to the front of the moon was definitely not an option. What he was most worried about was not meeting strangers, but acquaintances.
Trust in the kindness of others, but don't gamble on it. This was a sentence in the high officials' autobiographies that Wang Baole had pondered for a long time. In conclusion, it was that human nature couldn't withstand a challenge.
Many times, perhaps a person changed not because of himself, but because others gave him a chance that he might regret for the rest of his life.
Therefore, the more familiar they were with one another, the more friends they were with one another, and the more family they were, the more one couldn't give them such a chance. Wang Baole was very clear about this, as he was now an opportunity in the eyes of others.
"Then, I can only go to the back of the moon. While there are fewer acquaintances there, there will also be fewer enemies …"
"Also, I can't give up on searching for the Mystic Trace Fog. Even if I am transported to other regions, if I really have no choice, I can only use the Mystic Trace Fog to escape."
"However, all of these are countermeasures. The most important thing for me now is to find a place to build my foundation as soon as possible!"
"Before that, if anyone dares to be greedy and try to harm me, then … I will have to kill my way out!" Wang Baole was silent for a moment. Then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he sped toward the depths of the forest on the dark side of the moon.
Compared to others, he knew that he had an advantage. On one hand, he had a strong physical body, and his cultivation level was higher than that of an ordinary person with great attainment in the True Breath realm. At the same time, he also had a large number of Numinous Treasures and a Dharmic Weapon. Other than that, he also knew that his other advantage was his experience in the forest on the dark side of the moon!
Not everyone had the same experience as Wang Baole. Furthermore, he had experienced killing in the jungle on the other side of the mountain. That was another thing that Wang Baole could rely on. As he strode forward, the jungle grew denser, and Wang Baole's sense of security increased. It was at this point that the gray mosquito reappeared. Along with the other mosquitoes, they spread out in all directions, making it possible for Wang Baole to see everything within the three hundred meter area.
Just like that, while the others slowed down and were unaccustomed to the dangers of the jungle, Wang Baole did not slow down at all. Instead, he sped up.
"I need at least three days to build my foundation …" Wang Baole calculated the time as he ran. At the same time, he tried many times to use the devouring seed to suppress it. Although the effect was average, it still had some effect.
At the very least, it had been six hours since he had obtained the small tripod cauldron, and he had yet to meet any other cultivators. However, just as Wang Baole was calculating the time and gaining some confidence, suddenly, his pupils constricted. He raised his right hand and unleashed an arc of lightning, charging towards the forest behind him to his right.
Based on his current cultivation base, the Arc of Lightning was no longer a single bolt. Instead, it was infused with electromagnetic power. It transformed into a huge net of lightning in mid-air. It whistled through the vegetation and headed straight for the figure of a woman, who was shooting out like an arrow from a bow!!
The woman was tall and extraordinarily burly. She held a large sword in her hand. She was not Chen Hui, nor was she anyone else from the Galactic Dusk Sect. Instead, she was a cultivator from the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect. Clearly, they were more prepared than Wang Baole had anticipated. After approaching, they had attempted to launch a sneak attack, but had been discovered by the mosquitoes.
Faced with the net of lightning, the woman roared and slashed at the net. A huge force exploded from her body, instantly slicing the net in half. It turned into countless arcs of lightning that scattered in all directions.
"Hand over your Spirit Origin, and we can leave you with an intact corpse!" The woman looked up at Wang Baole and laughed viciously. Behind her, seven or eight figures appeared. There were both men and women, but all of them were tall and burly. Their Qi and blood were shocking, and clearly, they had powerful fleshly bodies.
"Screw off now," said Wang Baole coolly, "and I won't kill you."
"What a joke!" The woman laughed angrily. She leaped into the air and was about to charge forward. The people behind her laughed coldly as they leaped into the air one after another. However, as they leaped, Wang Baole raised his right hand, formed a series of hand seals, and pointed. Instantly, the lightning web that the woman had slashed apart earlier transformed into lightning arcs that leaped into the air and transformed into numerous lightning swords that charged towards the crowd.
Their speed was astonishing. However, the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples were all thick-skinned and resilient. They ignored the lightning swords and laughed viciously with greed in their eyes as they weaved through the net of lightning swords and headed straight for Wang Baole.
However, while they could ignore the lightning, they couldn't avoid the mosquitoes. Wang Baole's ten mosquitoes flew over and bit anyone they saw. In an instant, the expressions of the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples changed, and they cried out in alarm.
"What's going on?!"
"Something bit me!!"
Even as their expressions flickered, Wang Baole wasn't in the mood to waste words. He took a step forward, and with explosive speed, appeared in front of one of the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples. Eyes flickering with coldness, he punched out. The disciple's expression was vicious as he endured the itchiness and discomfort. Roaring, he also punched out.
Wang Baole didn't dodge. Instead, he exerted even more force. Instantly, the two collided, and a loud boom rang out. The Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciple let out a shrill scream. His right hand, which had collided with Wang Baole's, began to crumble, starting from his fist. It continued to his entire arm, and even extended to half of his body.
He didn't even have time to think before he breathed his last and died.
Everyone was shocked by what they saw. Their minds were in turmoil, and they retreated instinctively. When they looked at Wang Baole, their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. Only the muscular woman who had slashed the lightning net apart narrowed her eyes. Not only did she not retreat, but she was also filled with a desire to fight.
Ignoring the crazy woman, Wang Baole waved his right hand, and a line appeared on the ground.
"I'm not a bloodthirsty person, so … those who cross the line will die!" With that, Wang Baole's body flickered, and he was about to leave.
"Don't be scared by him. If he really had the ability, why didn't he kill us? He's just trying to scare us because he's weak! " The woman with the giant sword in her hand spoke immediately. She was the first to charge out, ignoring the boundary. The other disciples saw that the Eldest Senior Sister had made a move, and what she said seemed to make sense. Killing intent reignited in them, and they all crossed the boundary and charged towards Wang Baole.
However, the moment they charged, Wang Baole turned around. His storage bracelet flashed, and the seventh-grade Dharmic Armament saber appeared in his hand. He swept the saber at the seven or eight people behind him!
He controlled his strength, not releasing too much power, and keeping it within the range of what he could withstand. Even so, the moment the Dharmic Armament appeared, something strange happened. A black storm erupted, and the image of a crocodile appeared. Together with the sharpness of the saber, it swept forward!!
In an instant, Wang Baole sheathed his saber. His hair fluttered, and the black storm and crocodile disappeared without a trace. He turned around, and instead of looking at the seven or eight Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples, he looked in the direction of the forest in the distance and spoke calmly.
"You were the one who told me about that boundary."
With that, Wang Baole turned and left, disappearing into the depths of the forest. A black-robed young man walked out from the place he was looking at. This black-robed young man was the Galactic Dusk Sect genius that Wang Baole had robbed. At this moment, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and even breathing was difficult. His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear and shock. He looked at the line on the ground, then at the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect disciples who were slowly collapsing with their heads separated from their bodies. A chill ran down his spine and spread throughout his body.
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