After traveling for half a month in the spatial rift, Zhang Muyang finally arrived at the Foreignland without any danger.
For Zhang Muyang, the last time he came to the Different World, he was racing against time to find a life-saving elixir for Bing 'er. This time, it was still a race against time. But this time, he was going to deal with the Earthly Emperor Sect.
The Different World
It was called the Kunwu Realm.
This time, Zhang Muyang didn't enter the Kunwu Realm through the sea, but a boundless forest. In this sea of trees, there were towering mountains and countless demonic beasts roaming about.
Zhang Muyang left the Hidden Dragon Boat and stood on a tree that was hundreds of feet tall. He looked at the scenery around and felt the abundant Spirit Qi.
Although the Spirit Qi on Earth had fully recovered, it was only a small world. Compared to the Kunwu Realm, the difference was huge.
After doing some simple exercises, Zhang Muyang wanted to explore the surroundings. He had already reached the threshold of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, but he suppressed himself so that he wouldn't enter the World of Cultivation.
Now that he was in the Kunwu Realm, he didn't have to suppress his realm anymore, so he had to find a place to break through quickly. However, in this vast forest, there were definitely monsters. Especially those monsters that were comparable to the Soul Formation Stage and the Tribulation Stage. If Zhang Muyang wanted to break through, he had to avoid them. Otherwise, before he succeeded, he might become food in the stomachs of the monsters.
Three days later.
Zhang Muyang sat in a nameless valley and tried to break through. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder fell. Zhang Muyang didn't have the Born Taoism Aptitude. He had gone through the Tribulation several times in his last life, so the Thunder Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Realm was just a matter of time for him.
When Zhang Muyang practiced the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to the Fourth Transformation, the things he came in contact with were completely different from before. Even his cultivation experience in his last life was completely different.
In addition to the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, there were 72 Divine Path Spells. This was something that Zhang Muyang had never expected.
Every single one of these mystic arts that suddenly appeared in Zhang Muyang's mind was difficult to understand, but their power was extraordinary.
"The heavens are truly favoring me. With these divine abilities, I'm one step closer to the Earthly Emperor Sect. Earthly Prince, please wait patiently for now. Let's see if you'll be the first to cross over to Earth and cause trouble, or if I, Zhang Muyang, will be the one with superior skills and go to your Earthly Emperor Sect to cause trouble."
Zhang Muyang stayed in the nameless valley for a few days. After stabilizing his cultivation, he got up and left.
If he wanted to cause trouble for the Earthly Emperor Sect, then he had to first know where he was. The boundless forest Zhang Muyang was in was several times bigger than Earth. Relying on his Earth Shrinking Spell, Zhang Muyang had to walk for seven days and seven nights before he could come out.
Along the way, Zhang Muyang relied on his keen Divine Sense and extremely advanced escape techniques to avoid countless ferocious beasts.
Finally, on the 19th day of his arrival in the Kunwu Realm, he saw traces of human cultivators.
"There seems to be a small town with human activities 800 miles to the northwest. I've finally found a place with human habitation."
Zhang Muyang's face lit up with joy. He sped up and his figure turned into a series of afterimages. After a few breaths, Zhang Muyang arrived outside the small town.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhang Muyang did not use his Divine Sense to investigate the situation. Instead, he walked into the small town.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Zhang Muyang, who had been in the forest for almost a month, felt a sense of familiarity. Although it was a small town, it was extremely prosperous. There were all kinds of people in the town, and the sound of peddlers calling out their wares was endless.
Walking into the small town, Zhang Muyang smelled the fragrance of wine. Although he had reached the state of not eating, Zhang Muyang's appetite had always been his favorite.
Since he was here, he naturally wanted to taste the local delicacies. Besides, he was a newcomer. If he wanted to inquire about information, was there any better place other than the tavern?
The tavern was not big. There were only two waiters in the tavern. There were seven or eight tables, but they were all wiped clean. It was the time to welcome guests. The door of the tavern was open, and the fragrance of wine was coming from there.
When Zhang Muyang walked over, the waiter who was leaning against the door hurriedly put a snow-white cloth on his shoulder. He came over and said with a smile, "Sir, are you also from the town? Would you like to have a bowl of wine? The wine in our shop is famous in the Western Wilderness. Even those old masters who cultivate immortality often come to eat it. "
Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows and smiled. "This is the Western Wilderness? It's probably a long way from the Eastern Sea that I went to last time. At least I don't have to worry about the strange insects that I have an old grudge with. "
He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll come and sit here."
When Zhang Muyang walked in, an old man who was originally sitting in the corner raised his head and glanced at him. He was obviously a cultivator and was aware of Zhang Muyang's identity.
Seeing him take a seat in the tavern and even give him a toast, Zhang Muyang naturally would not be rude.
After pointing at some of the tavern's signboards, Zhang Muyang carefully listened to the surrounding news. Sure enough, not long after, Zhang Muyang heard what he wanted to hear.
"Did you hear? The Earthly Emperor Sect is out of luck again? "
"Is that so?"
"How could it not be? A few days ago, people from the Earthly Emperor Sect entered the forest to hunt the Golden Core Stage Vulture Firehawk, but they were troubled by the great demons in the forest. Now, less than ten percent of them are left. The rest are all injured. "
"The Earthly Emperor Sect's luck is really bad these past few years. First, they inexplicably lost a lot of direct disciples. Then, they were targeted by their enemies. Now, they are being bullied in the forest. Is there no one left in the Earthly Emperor Sect?"
Zhang Muyang drank his wine and ate his braised meat with a smile on his face.
Earthly Emperor Sect.
I'm really lucky.
I just arrived and I'm already hearing news about my enemy.
The person who just said that the Earthly Emperor Sect is out of luck is really good news. Just as he wanted to listen to more information, the man who had been chattering beside him suddenly shut his mouth and didn't say a word.
Soon after, a few sect disciples came into the tavern. Zhang Muyang recognized their clothes. Aren't they from the Earthly Emperor Sect? Now, Zhang Muyang had a few similar clothes in his Qiankun Pouch.
Zhang Muyang tilted his head and glanced at them. Suddenly, he felt that one of them looked familiar. It was the Luo Qingchen and his sister that he killed before. Could it be that they are relatives?
Before Zhang Muyang could even think about it, he heard the Earthly Imperial Sect's disciple who looked extremely similar to Luo Qingchen's shout, "Who was talking nonsense just now?"
Naturally, no one in the tavern answered his question. Talking behind one's back was one thing, but courting death in front of one's face was another. Although the Earthly Emperor Sect's strength was slightly weaker in recent years, it wasn't something that anyone could humiliate. After all, there was an old Great Ascension Stage cultivator in the sect.
The person who asked the question looked around and saw that no one answered. Then, he walked in front of Zhang Muyang. Perhaps because he saw Zhang Muyang's tender face, he shouted, "Tell us, who was talking nonsense just now? Tell us and we will reward you."
What is this? Aren't enemies destined to meet? He had just arrived here and wanted to keep a low profile for a few days. After his cultivation improved, he would find trouble with the Earthly Emperor Sect. He didn't expect that trouble would find him first.
Zhang Muyang sighed softly. He looked at the person in front of him and asked, "Is your surname Luo?"
The person was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you? How do you know my surname is Luo?"
Zhang Muyang smiled sinisterly. "It's nothing much. It's just that the two Luos that I killed before looked quite similar to you." Just as Zhang Muyang's voice fell, the sound of a sword whistling could be heard.
Earthly Emperor Sect, our grievances will continue.
…
Seventy-three years after Zhang Muyang left Earth.
Ling Bing stood alone on the nameless island where Zhang Muyang left.
"It's been so many years and you haven't come back. It's time for me to find you." As soon as Ling Bing's voice fell, the island suddenly shook.
Then, a black hole appeared in the sky and a person walked out. He looked at Ling Bing and said, "Wife, I'm back. That damned Earthly Emperor Sect is miserable now."
(End of Chapter)
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