The Luo Region was a very large region. Only a tenth of it was occupied by the Human Race. The other ninety percent was mostly undeveloped land, or land where the Yao Race, the Demon Race, and the Yao Race coexisted. Whether it was the Luo Region or the other regions, it was generally the same. There were still many natural treasures that had not been excavated, and countless secret realms were buried in this world.
After Yang Wu was captured by Monk Buzhou, nothing unexpected happened. The monk seemed to have brought him far away and didn't do anything to harm him. He didn't even speak a word to him.
Yang Wu simply did not resist, and calmly consolidated his newly advanced cultivation base.
The twelfth level of the Celestial Rune Realm allowed one's body to transform into a star. One could attract the light of the stars and form an endless amount of star energy to fight.
Yang Wu's Fated Star was the Emperor Star, the lord of the stars. He could attract the power of countless stars to cleanse his body. When he reached the final level of the Celestial Rune Realm, he understood that it wasn't simple.
Sensing the stars, resonating with them, turning the dantian into a star and unlocking endless potential.
Yang Wu had already cultivated the Great Sage Physique. Now, it could be considered a true Divine Physique. Each of his meridians was a "small dantian" that could contain more stars. If he treated each meridian as a dantian to contain the power of the stars, then in the end, all the meridians in his body would become stars and unleash an even more terrifying battle prowess.
Thinking up to this point, Yang Wu placed even more importance on the Star Prayer Art. He drew in even more astral powers and continuously refined them into his Celestial acupoint.
After breaking through to the twelfth level of the Celestial Rune Realm, both his dantian and meridians could contain even more energy. What he needed to do was to fill them up and reach their limits.
The God Realm was indeed the God Realm. The heaven and earth profound energy here was incomparably dense and the star energy was no small matter. It wasn't something the Transcendent Realm could compare to. The meridians all over Yang Wu's body were constantly filled with energy. It was as if he had eaten an immortal elixir, making him feel comfortable and calm.
On top of that, he was also constantly converting this power into immortal root power to strengthen his immortal root. This was the foundation for him to establish himself in the God Realm.
"Little guy, take it easy. If you make any more noise, I'll suffocate you to death." Monk Buzhou's voice rang out.
His Qiankun Bag could hold a living person, but it could not isolate the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth from the outside world. Otherwise, it would not be able to hold a living person.
Yang Wu didn't say anything. He continued to cultivate in silence. Every bit of power he gained was the capital he needed to establish himself in the God Realm.
"You're ignoring my words, aren't you? I won't be polite anymore."
"Your talent is not bad. Little fellow, if you acknowledge me as your master, I can give you a way out. How about it?"
Monk Buzhou kept talking, but didn't do anything to Yang Wu.
After an unknown amount of time, Monk Buzhou finally stopped and directly threw Yang Wu out.
He wasn't worried that Yang Wu would escape. He'd imprisoned Yang Wu in the space he'd set up beforehand. Not even a high-ranking divine realm expert would be able to break free in a short time.
When Buzhou released Yang Wu, the monk had already grasped the top of his head. If Yang Wu dared move recklessly, Yang Wu would be killed on the spot.
Yang Wu didn't act rashly. "Don't kill me, Venerable Master," he pleaded with panic.
"I've said so much along the way but you didn't say a word. Are you afraid of death now?" Monk Buzhou sneered and paused. "Don't pretend to be pitiful. I know you have a divine weapon and can kill me at any time. But before that, I can kill you first. So be a good boy and don't move, or I won't mind sending you on your way."
"What do you want, Venerable Master? It's not impossible for me to become your disciple. Why do you have to be so violent? "Yang Wu softened his tone.
"I don't need a disciple, but as long as you do one thing for me, I can take you as my disciple. Now put on the Buddha's Mantra Hoop for me." Monk Buzhou nodded. A golden hoop flew out of his sleeve and put it on Yang Wu's head.
Yang Wu didn't dare to move, not even with the Nether Icewing Blade. He found the monk's kasaya was unusual. The Nether Icewing Blade might not be able to cut him.
The Buddha's Mantra Hoop quickly wrapped itself around Yang Wu's forehead, then Monk Buzhou released him.
Yang Wu didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he had a bad feeling.
"Venerable Master, this hoop …" Yang Wu asked carefully.
Monk Buzhou didn't answer. Smiling, he put his palms together and chanted an incantation.
Suddenly, the Buddha's Mantra Hoop emitted a golden light. Golden needles sank into Yang Wu's temple and madly pierced Yang Wu's soul.
"Ahhh!"
The feeling of being pricked by tens of thousands of needles caused Yang Wu extreme pain. He clutched his head and screamed.
Yang Wu had been through all kinds of tempering, but this was the first time he'd endured such a needle curse. Even his fighting soul couldn't resist it.
The pain was so painful that he felt like he was going to die, but he couldn't die or faint. It was too terrible.
Yang Wu's last bit of reason realized that it was Monk Buzhou's doing. He cried out involuntarily, "Stop chanting … stop chanting …"
Monk Buzhou chanted for a while longer before stopping. He smiled and said, "How is it? Does it feel good to be transported by my Buddha?"
This guy was a smiling tiger. He killed people while smiling. Extremely hypocritical.
Yang Wu's body was drenched in sweat.
He wanted to summon the Soul Bell to kill him directly. However, he found that he couldn't activate the power in his temple. It was bound by the Buddha's Mantra Hoop. If he didn't struggle, he couldn't rush out to kill the enemy.
Yang Wu felt like he'd fallen into a cold cellar. He felt that something was wrong.
If he'd known earlier, he might've had a chance to escape. Now, he didn't dare to escape even if he wanted to.
Yang Wu calmed down and asked, "Venerable Master, what do you want? If you want the Void Palace's unique skill, I'll teach it to you. We don't have any enmity. Why do you have to make things difficult for me?"
"Hehe, what's so good about learning the Void Palace's unique skill? My Buddhist Sect has countless unique skills. I don't care for them." Monk Buzhou laughed. Then he revealed his purpose and said, "Go to the Tomb of the True God and help me get all the inheritance and divine items. Not only will I let you go, but I'll also take you as my disciple."
"Tomb of the True God?" Yang Wu said with his eyes wide open.
Before he came, he heard some news about the Tomb of the True God. He didn't expect Monk Buzhou to ask him to do such a thing.
Yang Wu came back to his senses and said, "The Tomb of the True God is very important. What can I do if I go in?"
"Don't you know this? The Tomb of the True God only allows creatures of the Saint Realm to enter. Your combat power is heaven-defying, but I see that you're still in the Saint Realm. With your strength, you'll definitely get some opportunities in the tomb. When the time comes, bring them all out for me. " Monk Buzhou said. Then he said, "But you can't be careless. The Tomb of the True God has opened. If you're not careful, you'll lose your life. Moreover, the top elites of each prefecture have come. Especially the Luo Clan disciples of the Luo Manor. They're powerful and not weaker than you. If you don't want to die, work harder."
Then he told Yang Wu some things to pay attention to and warned Yang Wu not to forcefully break the Buddhist Mantra Hoop. Otherwise, the Buddhist Mantra Hoop would tighten and the Needle Mantra would be even more terrifying. It could make him want to live or die.
Regardless of whether Yang Wu agreed or not, he removed the restriction and brought Yang Wu to the Tomb of the True God.
Anyone could enter the Tomb of the True God as long as they paid enough "entrance fee".
This business was only done by one of the top businesses in the God Realm. This business was called "Divine Money Lai Business."
Divine Money Lai. This name was very straightforward. It was a business that wanted money. Even if a god came, they still wanted it. No one could break the rules.
Monk Buzhou quickly brought Yang Wu to a bustling ruin.
This ruin was just discovered not long ago. It was bought by the Divine Money Lai Business. They had sent a True God expert to open a door of light. This door of light led to the Tomb of the True God. They would open the door of light in three days. In other words, anyone who paid within three days could enter. However, there was a condition. Only creatures below the God Realm could enter. Otherwise, they would be killed by the restriction in the Tomb of the True God. They had already sent people to check it out. Perhaps the inheritance inside had already been plundered by them. What remained were some hidden inheritances or sporadic natural treasures for everyone to fight over.
Regardless, this' True God Tomb 'that was left outside was rarely seen. Any Deity level creature would fight over it until their heads bled. Unfortunately, only Saint Realm creatures were allowed to enter. As such, the various great powers would send their most powerful disciples and heirs inside to fight over some opportunities.
This also led to a sea of people in front of the ruin.
The God Realm was too big.
Just one state was bigger than the Transcendent World. In a short period of time, many factions had gathered.
Divine Money Lai had heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals at the entrance of the door of light. Someone was shouting, "Each entry is 100,000 high-grade god stones. There are limited entries. First come first serve."
100,000 high-grade god stones per entry. It was comparable to the price of a Third Tribulation Divine Pill.
It was no wonder that most of the people here were frowning.
Many Saint Realm creatures wanted to enter but they were scared off by the price.
Even those major factions did not dare to buy one or two hundred entry slots at once. At most, ten entry slots would be enough.
Although that was the case, until now, more than eighty thousand Saints had bought entry slots. The entry fee was an astronomical figure.
Yang Wu looked at the bustling scene and listened to the various discussions. He instantly felt that it was an eye-opener.
"As expected of the God Realm!" Yang Wu sighed in his heart.
So many Saint Realm creatures appeared casually. There were also many God Realm creatures. There were also rich merchants in the God Realm. There was also the Tomb of the True God that was rarely seen in a thousand years. It was even more exciting than the Transcendent World.
"Kid, go buy a entry slot." Monk Buzhou urged Yang Wu.
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