He recalled the past two hundred thousand years. At the beginning, everything was fine. As the State Preceptor of a small country, he held a high position and was ambitious. However, he soon realized that a stronger country needed a State Preceptor. The other party invited him with sincerity, so he went. Years later, another stronger country needed a State Preceptor and invited him again …
At that time, he was still very ambitious, so he went again. Just like that, every time he became the State Preceptor, he would soon find a stronger country that needed a State Preceptor. Over and over again, the cycle continued for two hundred thousand years. He couldn't even remember how many countries he had been the State Preceptor of.
It could be said that he was sick of being the State Preceptor … and there was no end to it. He would always find a country that needed a State Preceptor more … In the end, he was completely driven mad. He couldn't take it anymore. Even when he heard the words State Preceptor, he felt like collapsing.
Therefore, he began to escape. However, he couldn't escape every time. He was always caught and brought back to continue being the State Preceptor … He tried everything. Even if he destroyed a country, there would always be a new country that came to catch him and invite him to be the State Preceptor …
All of this was tears of blood to him. The old ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream. What he wanted most now was to live a peaceful life. He didn't want to be the State Preceptor anymore. As long as he could be ordinary, he was willing to be the spirit of the weapon.
Therefore, when he saw Wang Baole's figure while he was escaping, he immediately cried. He fell to his knees and prostrated himself on the ground, wailing.
"Master, you're finally here. Take me away. I'm willing to be the spirit of the weapon. I don't want to be the State Preceptor anymore … Why was I so stupid to want to be the State Preceptor?!"
After taking the crying old ghost away, Wang Baole couldn't help but sigh. He felt that he had a deeper understanding of human nature.
"They should thank me. I let them know what they really need!"
"Becoming my spirit of the weapon is what they want most!" Wang Baole patted his stomach proudly. Suddenly, he felt that this action was a little comfortable, so he patted it a few more times.
"It seems like I'm still missing something …" Wang Baole thought about it. After thinking for a while, he finally knew what he was missing.
"What a pity. The dream is still better. There are snacks." Wang Baole shook his head regretfully. However, he soon became very interested in the world of this extremely lecherous man.
Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly as he performed an incantation gesture to enter the perverted burly man's world. "If I remember correctly, I arranged for him to be the only man in a matriarchal world."
In the beginning, this world was still considered primitive, but after more than two hundred thousand years of development, it had become a place where multiple empires coexisted, and there was constant friction between them.
Furthermore, these empires, from the empress to the soldiers, were all women. There were no men, and even their physiology was special. As long as they performed some kind of sacrifice, they would be able to reproduce.
Logically speaking, throwing a pervert into this world was enough for this person to be blessed with endless luck and happiness …
However, in reality, it was a bit of an exaggeration to say that he was blessed with many women. It was also a stretch to say that he was extremely happy. After arriving in this world, Wang Baole found the pervert's location and noticed that a grand funeral was being held there …
Countless women, wearing the armor of soldiers, were guarding the surroundings. Every one of these women was extremely beautiful, and their bodies were curvaceous. Just looking at them was enough to arouse the primitive urges of the opposite sex.
Surrounded by these women was an altar. Lying on the altar was a person. This person was extremely thin and weak, almost like a bag of bones. At the same time, there were a large number of infusion tubes inserted all over his body. A large amount of nutrient fluid was being continuously injected into this person's body.
This person … was the pervert that Wang Baole had thrown into this world more than two hundred thousand years ago.
Right now, there was a blank look in his eyes, and his body was trembling. The nutrient fluid continued to flow into his body, making it so that he could not die even if he wanted to. Beside him, there were more than ten female emperors who were dressed like emperors. They surrounded him, and their eyes were filled with greed as they stared at the lecher.
At the same time, they were all filled with competition and enmity.
When Wang Baole saw this, he was a bit surprised. However, before he could think too much about it, the empresses began to speak.
"Your Majesty, the funeral is over. Now we should discuss the important matter!"
"That's right, Your Majesty. Our empire has thirty million female officials waiting for your service. Please, Your Majesty, you must go!"
"No, you must go to my empire first. There are more than fifty million officials in my empire. They have been waiting for Your Majesty for a long time. If you don't go now, I'm afraid something big will happen!"
"You can all postpone it. I have two hundred million officials. When I arrived, they were already preparing to revolt. If Your Majesty doesn't go, they will definitely come!"
As the empresses continued to argue, another one of them frowned and spoke up.
"Stop arguing," she said. "We need to ask for Your Majesty's opinion. If things really don't work out, we can just put Your Majesty on the altar and have the officials of the various empires come. We can even charge them a hefty fee. Make sure to arrange for guards so that Your Majesty doesn't get hurt."
As soon as the words left her mouth, the pervert on the altar suddenly opened his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to speak.
"I beg of you, please let me go. I really can't take it anymore …."
The pervert who had been high-spirited and ambitious all those years ago had completely collapsed. He began to weep, but no matter how much he cried, it was useless. The empresses had already reached an agreement to send him to the altar ….
It was also at this moment that the despairing burly man saw Wang Baole's figure appear in mid-air. After seeing Wang Baole, he immediately howled in agitation.
"Master, save me! Save me! As long as you can get me out of here, I'll do anything! I … I want to become a spirit automaton!!"
Wang Baole looked at the man sympathetically, then waved his hand, causing the illusory spell formation to vanish. When he reappeared, he was back in his immortal's cave, where the three souls were prostrating themselves in front of him. Most of their resentment had dissipated, and although they hadn't been completely cleansed, they no longer resisted the idea of becoming spirit automaton. In fact, they even seemed to yearn to do so.
Wang Baole was very pleased to see that. After all, he had quite a bit of charisma to be able to get the three souls to willingly follow him. However, when he looked at the boy, and then at the imperial preceptor, his eyes flickered with suspicion.
The truth was that when he had first laid eyes on the two souls, he had felt a sense of deja vu, but couldn't quite put his finger on who they were. Now that he was looking at them, the feeling only grew stronger.
"I should have seen them before …" Wang Baole rubbed his forehead and thought for a long time, but he still couldn't make heads or tails of it. He decided to put it aside and report the results of his subduing of the three souls to his master.
Ming Kunzi didn't ask much about the details of how Wang Baole had converted the three souls within the agreed time. Instead, he took the three souls away to forge a Dark Artifact for Wang Baole and fuse it with an Artifact Spirit.
At the same time, he gave Wang Baole another task.
"Go to the Underworld Sect's Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion. Go through all the resources and divine abilities of the Underworld Sect there. Even if you can't learn them all, you must at least understand them. Once you understand them, you can try to break through the Foundation Establishment Realm and step into the Underworld Core Realm!"
Wang Baole was very obedient to his master's instructions. In fact, he felt that there were still some problems with his memory recovery. It wasn't very comprehensive, and he needed to go through the Underworld Sect's resources and divine abilities to regain his grasp.
Therefore, in the following month, Wang Baole spent almost all of his time in the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion, flipping through a large number of ancient books and divine abilities. As he read, his understanding of the Underworld Sect and the Underworld Art increased significantly.
"The Spirit Immortal Realm is divided into five small realms. They are Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Yuanying, Soul Conduit, and Spirit Immortal … The corresponding Underworld Art is Corpse Face, Soul Guide, Soul Fissure, Funeral Procession, and Ultimate Ruin!" Wang Baole's eyes shone with a strange light. Through the information, he understood that from Corpse Face to Ultimate Ruin was actually called the first level of the Underworld Art!
And the Underworld Art … had a total of seven levels!
Besides that, Wang Baole also saw a very special divine ability in the information. This divine ability was somewhat similar to the Rebirth Illusory Formation, but it was also different.
Its name was … Dark Dream!
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