This was the 'Flowing Flame Sea', a famous magical place in Southern Wasteland.
It was an ocean, but it was covered in countless volcanoes. All year round, countless volcanoes would erupt, sending raging flames into the sky and boiling lava. The water in this area would boil from time to time. Except for some special creatures with extremely strong life-force, no other fishes and shrimps could live in this place.
Moreover, because of the lava and poisonous smoke, only fire-resistant plants could grow in this place, on the island and under the water. Ordinary plants could never grow in this place.
Therefore, seeing a linden tree standing on the island from a distance away, Ji Hao faintly sensed that something was wrong.
Especially from a long distance away, that linden tree was only around three meters tall, but from tens of thousands of miles away, Ji Hao could see it with a single glance. Besides, this short tree gave him a feeling that it could support the entire world.
"Something's wrong!" Murmuring to himself, Ji Hao turned around and walked straight away.
The Heaven and Earth golden bridge flashed across the air, bringing Ji Hao up, leaving a dim golden light in the air. In the next moment, Ji Hao's eyesight blurred, and in shock, he found out that he was already less than a hundred miles away from that linden tree.
"Something's wrong!" Ji Hao exclaimed. He took back the golden bridge and released a golden light around his body. Next, he cast all of his powers and darted backward.
Swoosh! The space was torn apart. Ji Hao bumped into the space and dashed out, thudding his head against the ground. The heads of Divine Magi were incredibly hard, but Ji Hao's head bumped into the ground and left a deep hole, raising large clouds of dust.
"My little friend, you're too polite, you're too polite, no need to be so polite."
A slight voice came from in front of Ji Hao, followed by which, a strong hand held Ji Hao's shoulder and slightly lifted. Ji Hao couldn't help but leap up from the ground. He shook his head hard to get rid of the dust on his head, then fixed his eyes on the front.
The bodhi tree was right in front of him. Under the green bodhi tree that seemed to be carved out of jade, a sallow and emaciated old man with a small bun on his head was sitting on a cattail hassock made of withered grass. The corners of his drooping mouth revealed a strong sense of bitterness, and his drooping eyelids made him look even more feeble. His entire body was sickly, and he looked very uncomfortable.
Ji Hao glanced at this elderly man, and felt a bit sad when he saw the sad face of this elderly man.
All of a sudden, Ji Hao seemed to sense the great sufferings of countless living beings, accumulated through billions of reincarnations, from the wrinkles on the old man's face. An unprecedentedly strong sense of sufferings slowly rose from Ji Hao's heart. Ji Hao sensed a heart-wrenching pain, and couldn't help but let two streams of warm tears flow out of his eyes.
The elderly man stared at Ji Hao in a daze. His gray, ragged linen shirt fluttered in the air without being blown by any wind. As if he hadn't eaten his fill, the old man said softly and weakly, "Good comprehension. You can understand the great Dao of suffering just by seeing me. Little friend, you and I are fated. Come, come, kowtow a few times and take me as your master!"
Hearing the old man's words, Ji Hao only felt bitterness in his heart. Immediately after, a dense bitterness spread out from his internal organs, and a dense bitterness spread out in his mouth. It was as if a hundred thousand gallbladders and a million kilograms of Coptis had been boiled into a small bowl, and this bowl of bitter soup was then held in his mouth, carefully tasting it.
This indescribable, soul-crushing bitterness made cold sweat ooze out of Ji Hao's pores. Even his sweat had a strong bitter taste.
With tears flowing out of his eyes, Ji Hao forcibly straightened his body and looked at the old man in shock.
The linden tree, the old man …
Ji Hao seemed to think of something, but his entire body was soaked in that dreadful bitterness. Ji Hao's thinking speed was as slow as a snail. The name of the old man was right on the tip of his tongue, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of his name, neither could he say it out loud.
"You, you …" Ji Hao tremblingly pointed at the old man.
"All living beings are sad, the sea of bitterness is boundless!" The old man's mouth corners drooped, his eyes drooped, and his entire face drooped. In Ji Hao's eyes, the bones of this old man seemed to be weakly and disorderly drooping.
Bitterness, sorrow, a sense of despairing power surged out from every corner of the old man's body, transforming into a thick screen that firmly locked Ji Hao inside.
A strong gust of wind blew across the sea while the linden tree behind the old man slightly swayed. Countless leaves on the linden tree swayed, and every leaf seemed to contain a small world, in which countless frightened, panicked, sad, and despairing faces had been sparkling.
Inside this linden tree, all poor people in the world seemed to be contained, and countless tragedies had been playing out, soaked in bitterness and bile.
Large streams of saliva gushed out of Ji Hao's mouth. The bitter saliva flowed out from his mouth corners.
He widely opened his mouth and let the clear bitter saliva flow out. Bit by bit, his strength was drained away along with the bitter saliva. His entire body was softened, and his kneecaps were softened. He was about to kneel on the ground.
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, but mercy is the boat." The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at Ji Hao, smiled and said, "Come with me, you will have no worries! I am Priest Mu, and I will be your Shifu! "
"Hehe, hehe, hehehehe!"
Ji Hao looked at the old man in a daze, then abruptly laughed like an idiot.
The tangible seed of Dao of sun glowed with a dazzling golden light. Countless golden patterns of the great Dao of sun had been spinning swiftly around the seed of Dao of sun. A pure, strong, and strong sense of power was released from the seed of Dao of sun, flowing to every corner of Ji Hao's body.
The Pan Jia sun was under the control of the seed of Dao of sun. Terrifyingly hot streams filled Ji Hao's body, fending off the bitter power.
Extremely thin beams of golden light seeped out of Ji Hao's body. Gradually, his skin was added with a holy, glorious golden color, and even his hair had turned faintly golden, as if it was made from pure golden threads.
The old man slightly knitted his eyebrows. An even stronger bitterness roared towards Ji Hao like a thunderbolt.
Ji Hao chuckled. His pair of eyes and the eye of Dao of sun popped out simultaneously. He gave a resonant growl, then wielded the nine suns spear with his right hand and launched the combined move of the four suns with all of his power.
An incomparably splendid golden arc light dazzled down to the old man's head. Ji Hao growled harshly, "Bitter? Bitter, you … "
Ji Hao wanted to curse out loud, but before he could say anything, an irresistible will of nature suddenly descended and sealed his mouth and tongue, disabling him from cursing out.
However, the full-power attack launched towards the old man was launched almost perfectly.
The nine suns spear let out a muffled buzzing noise. Almost at the same time when Ji Hao swung it out, the spear landed on the old man's head and touched his small bun.
The old Daoist sighed and murmured faintly, "Bitter!"
He slightly wielded his right sleeve and slapped towards the nine suns spear, while his left hand pulled out a luxuriant green branch from an unknown source. The branch swung towards Ji Hao's chest, leaving a bright green light in the air.
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