Wang Baole had become more familiar with the second level of the Dark Art, Soul Guidance, during the past half a month of cultivation, but the success rate was still not high enough, let alone use it as an attack.
Wang Baole understood that this was due to his own cultivation level. After all, this was a Core Formation Realm cultivation method.
What he needed was not to use the Soul Guidance Technique, but to use this method to increase the effectiveness of the Dark Flames. Then, the Dark Flames would overlap and prepare for his Core Formation.
Currently, he had already stacked up to a total of sixty-three Nether Fires. Every time he unleashed them, the strength of his aura was countless times stronger than before!
At the same time, the Dark Sect's minimum requirement for talented disciples to reach the Core Formation Realm was thirty-six Dark Flames. Wang Baole had already surpassed this requirement, but he felt that he could still stack more!
In the midst of his cultivation, Wang Baole forgot about the three souls he had thrown into the Rebirth Illusory Formation. The one-month time limit that his Master had given him to turn into vengeful spirits slowly approached. Therefore, after another seven days, Wang Baole finally managed to stack seventy Dark Flames. Suddenly, he remembered the task that his Master had given him.
"I seem to have forgotten something …" Wang Baole blinked and looked at the formation with a guilty conscience.
"I remember that one day in the outside world was equivalent to ten thousand years in the Rebirth Illusory Formation …" Wang Baole coughed and thought about the three souls. After all, they all had dreams. Although he had almost forgotten about them, after all … he remembered. Therefore, it could not be considered a mistake on his part.
With this thought, Wang Baole felt more at ease. He went to the Rebirth Illusory Formation and raised his right hand to form a seal. Then, he pressed his hand against the formation. Instantly, his vision blurred. It was as if his soul had left his body and entered the illusory formation to bring the three souls out.
The first place he went to was the illusory formation where the little boy was.
This was a world without cultivators. To some extent, it was similar to the Federation in Wang Baole's dream. It was like the Federation from a thousand years ago. Peace was the main theme of this world.
The city the little boy was in was a large city in this world. During the day, there were people coming and going, bustling with activity. At night, there were red lights and green lights, and the place was filled with luxury.
When Wang Baole arrived, it was early in the morning. The sun was shining brightly, and vehicles were shuttling back and forth on the ground. Wang Baole's figure appeared in a school district in the city.
"According to my senses, that brat is here." Wang Baole's figure floated in the air. After rubbing his chin, he began to search. Not long after, he saw a seven or eight-year-old boy on a small path below. He was wearing a school uniform and carrying a huge, heavy backpack … He was walking slowly with a long face.
Behind him was a middle-aged man and woman. They were clearly the little boy's parents. The two of them carried heavier school bags in their hands. As they walked, they kept reminding the little boy.
It was a very heartwarming scene. When Wang Baole saw this, he felt even more gratified. Although he had arrived late, this family of three was brimming with affection. He couldn't help but think of his own parents.
However, when he thought of this, Wang Baole's jaw dropped. He realized that his memories of his parents in the real world were very vague. However, his memories of his family in the Federation were very clear.
Wang Baole was a bit confused. He instinctively looked around. This world was too real. Whether it was the gentle breeze or the distant clamor of the dust, he couldn't find the slightest bit of illusion in his senses.
Even as Wang Baole was feeling a bit strange, the little boy's family of three approached. Their voices slowly drifted into Wang Baole's ears.
"Little Treasure, you have to study hard. Don't always think about playing games or spending money. When you grow up, we won't care about you anymore!"
"Don't talk about children. Little Treasure, your dad is doing this for your own good. You're still a child. Today is your birthday, so your dad and I have discussed it. After school today, you'll relax a little. Just eight extra lessons. After that, you'll do twenty more test papers and recite fifty ancient poems. After that, you'll be able to eat cake!"
"Little Treasure, you're still so young. Don't always sigh. You have to cherish your time in school. After all, there are still thirty thousand years until you graduate from primary school. Your dad and I have discussed it. For the next two hundred thousand years in high school, we'll find you a better class!"
The little boy's eyes were filled with confusion. When he heard his parents' words, he wanted to cry. However, his tears were long gone. His eyes were dark, and he was on the verge of collapsing into despair. He didn't know how he had survived the past two hundred thousand years … Almost every day, he had to go to school, make up lessons, do test papers, and memorize all sorts of knowledge ….
Day after day, year after year …. Under the care of his parents, accompanied by his parents, he constantly studied, studied, and studied ….
He thought of resisting, of struggling, but no matter what he did, even if he committed suicide, he would wake up the next morning as if nothing had happened. He would continue to study, continue to make up lessons ….
The only thing that kept him going was that he remembered that everything was fake. He remembered that Wang Baole would come and take him away one day. However, he waited and waited. He waited for more than two hundred thousand years, but that didn't happen.
When he heard the little boy's parents' words, Wang Baole had a strange expression on his face. His heart was shaken. Looking at the little boy's pitiful state, he felt some sympathy. Therefore, he coughed.
As soon as the cough rang out, the entire world went still. Everything went completely still, except for him and the little boy. Everything seemed normal.
As for the boy, he did not notice it at first. He carried his school bag and walked forward with a bitter expression. However, after taking a few steps, he realized that something was amiss. He raised his head abruptly and looked around. When he saw Wang Baole's figure, he immediately became agitated. He wailed loudly as he lunged forward and knelt down with a thud.
"Master, you're finally here! I was wrong. Please take me away. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to go to make up lessons. I want to go back to be a weapon spirit. Master, please take me away …. "
The little boy's cries were so miserable that he was worried that Wang Baole would ignore him. He hugged Wang Baole's leg and cried even louder.
In the end, Wang Baole had no choice but to put on a helpless expression as he took the boy out of the Rebirth Illusion Formation. After a moment of thought, he went to the world of the ghost who had called himself the imperial preceptor.
This world was much larger than the little boy's world. It was a starry sky, and in some ways, was very similar to the outside world. There were cultivators here, and powerful experts. However, even if they were more powerful than Wang Baole, no one would be able to detect them. Because of his authority, a single thought from Wang Baole could cause the entire world to collapse.
As he entered the world of the Rebirth Illusion Formation, he found the ghost who had once been the imperial preceptor. However, the old man … was fleeing!
He was fleeing madly. He was in bad shape, and his hair was disheveled. However, he moved with shocking speed, as if he were doing everything in his power to escape.
He was being pursued by countless cultivators, as well as a large number of airships. They were so densely packed that they seemed to blot out the sky as they chased after him.
It was obvious that the cultivators and the airships did not belong to the same faction. If you looked closely, you could see that they belonged to at least ten different factions.
If it were just a chase, Wang Baole would not have been surprised. However, this chase was different, and a strange expression could be seen on Wang Baole's face …. The pursuers were shouting as they chased after him, and they seemed to be fighting each other.
"Imperial Preceptor, you're getting old. Slow down. Don't hurt yourself."
"Imperial Preceptor, don't go! Our nation can't do without you! Our millions of citizens can't live without you!"
"Imperial Preceptor, the emperor has already issued a decree. If you don't go back, he'll kill himself …."
"Imperial Preceptor, we've discovered a new planetary system. There are thousands of civilizations there, and they're all waiting for you to become the Imperial Preceptor!"
The pursuers were shouting loudly, and their voices echoed out in all directions. The ghost in front of them was in the midst of fleeing. His hair was disheveled, and he seemed to be on the verge of going mad. His eyes were bloodshot as he let out a roar of grief and indignation.
"All of you, get the hell out of here! I'm not the Imperial Preceptor! You're the Imperial Preceptor! Your whole family is the Imperial Preceptor!!" Tears streamed down his cheeks, and his grief reached its pinnacle.
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